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j. stone – have yo bitch bacc كلمات اغاني

[intro: 03 greedo]
you say you tryna ride for a n-gga who hatin’ on you, you know what i’m sayin’
have your b-tch back, you know what i’m sayin’
now you f-ckin’, sh-t, he f-ckin’ your b-tch and then he like have your b-tch back, you know what i’m sayin’
we ain’t, we ain’t doin’ all that man
don’t touch a n-gga while he just got a motherf-ckin’ mistress

[chorus: 03 greedo]
we don’t beef with these n-ggas over these b-tches
really came out of the trenches, all my n-ggas is some hitters
all this textin’ is ridiculous, tweetin’, typin’, post an image
have you ever been offended off the women that we pimpin’
have your b-tch back (you can have that b-tch back)
have your b-tch back (you can have that b-tch back)
have your b-tch back (you can have that b-tch back)
have your b-tch back (ayy, ayy, ayy)

[verse 1: 03 greedo]
have you ever been somebody, no, chopper make your body rock
drummer gang my second label, hundred bullets first of all
all money in, stupid b-tches never goin’ out
no dates, no dates, we don’t do no hangin’ out
in the kitchen makin’ straight rich gang bangers
outside, other side where i reside, free my cuzzo doin’ time
i’m like f-ck it, do a line, pop a molly all the time
let me f-ck her with my nine, she a freak, she a thot
shake somethin’, shake somethin’, like pepper and salt
i’m the n-gga with the sauce, all this flavor in her mouth
baby got the drip now, you can tell she talkin’ different
must’ve been around some n-ggas that’ll raise her eyebrow

[verse 2: j. stone]
we ain’t catchin’ feelings for p-ssy poppin’, hood boppin’
she gon’ take the homies out flockin’, you gon’ take her shoppin’
all money inner and out, thumbin’ through all the bands
clique full of drummers, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a marching band
i’m the driver and the shooter, got the mac with the cooler
i’m a mack and a ruler, blowin’ racks with my jewelers
she got -ss, i’ma toot her, beat it fast and i boot her
p-ss her to my producer l-finguz
twist my fingers up, i don’t give a single f-ck
used to drive the regal cut, now i want a bentley truck
switch it up, she back that -ss up, i be rich rollin’
you can have that b-tch back, you report that b-tch stolen

[verse 3: j. stone]
we don’t beef with you n-ggas over these b-tches
got my mind on a million since they let me out of prison
backwood roller, i ain’t f-ckin’ with no swishers
and i got a whole pint, i ain’t f-ckin’ with no liquor
f-ck her then i diss her, you gon’ tell her that you miss her
i don’t cuff her, i don’t kiss her, i don’t love her ’cause it’s money over b-tches
or should i say riches over snitches
my whole clique is million dollar n-ggas
b-tch learn somethin’, twerk somethin’
twerk somethin’, she gon’ f-ckin’ hurt somethin’
got the p-ssy soakin’ wet, she gon’ f-ckin’ squirt somethin’
i’m a soldier and a vet, f-ck around and murk somethin’
i’m a rider for the set, turn nothin’ into somethin’

- j stone

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