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yo gotti - ya bih كلمات الأغنية

ya bih lyrics
[intro]
(tay keith, f_ck these n_ggas up)

[verse 1: yo gotti]
i’m legend my life should be studied
i come from nothing, run up a thirty
f_cked on a superstar b_tch, and i b_tted
christian louboutin, yea i been blooded
i’m not a crip, but i got blues in my pocket
too many blues won’t fit in the wallet
cristopher wallets (wallets), everything b.i.g, we are the hundreds

[chorus: moneybagg yo & yo gotti]
your b_tch outta pocket, i’m f_ckin’ her (f_ckin’ her)
your b_tch a lil’ baby i’m duckin’ her (duckin’ her)
your b_tch a lil’ bad i am cuffin’ ’em (lockin’ ’em)
i turn your lil’ b_tch to a hustler (whatever)
your b_tch on a dope sh_t, she a customer (she gon’)
i’m tirеd of your b_tch, had enough of her (i’m tired)
shе like cars, we f_cked in a cullinan (ooh_ooh)
gotta umbrella her (go)

[verse 2: yo gotti]
we made it to water (extorted)
sixty minutes and i had her draws off (woo)
how you let a b_tch make you fall off? (how?)
ayy come get your b_tch out my call log (please)
a hundred miss calls, i block her (h_llo)
oh yeah she determined, can’t stop her (d_mn)
she blew a bag at the doctor
sixty [?], she eat cornbread and pasta (yeah)
yeah my type of b_tch don’t need nan’ n_gga (d_mn)
she got a boutique and a cold figure (d_mn)
you know she young, got an old n_gga (yep)
and she gon’ keep a few hoes with ’em (oh)
b_tches be salty so, swear they be subbin’ me (sub)
n_ggas be thirsty b_tches won’t f_ck with ’em
she on a shift for real (for real)
got her ass done but it looked real
[chorus: moneybagg yo & yo gotti]
your b_tch outta pocket, i’m f_ckin’ her (f_ckin’ her)
your b_tch a lil’ baby i’m duckin’ her (duckin’ her)
your b_tch a lil’ bad i am cuffin’ ’em (lockin’ ’em)
i turn your lil’ b_tch to a hustler (money up)
your b_tch on a dope sh_t, she a customer (she gon’)
i’m tired of your b_tch, had enough of her (i’m tired)
she like cars, we f_cked in a cullinan (ooh_ooh)
gotta umbrella her (go)

[verse 3: moneybagg yo]
that ain’t your b_tch, that’s our b_tch (mine too)
we just gon’ keep it in your house (then what?)
you spent a thousand in ruth chris (tricked off)
i took that b_tch to a dope house (my hood)
you see the difference is plenty (so many)
handle that emotion you know i’ma give it
and my eminent would a girl from my city
soon as she get drunk we gon’ fem on some fl!cky
i’m deep in my dog for roll me some truffles
wherever i go it’s a smoke out (puff that)
my b_tch got a bubble, i beat it like she get in trouble
get wet as a buss down
told her stay out my business, go get you a business
she talk to a vendor on what’s up
he mad as a b_tch let me find out
had his head holdin’ my hunnid come hideout
you the type little b_tch get you for everything
in n’ out i only know how play mine
them n_ggas corny she f_ck with the bread guy
shot my shot, would have switch i got dead aim (bow)
still wishin’ they had me ex beauty b_tches
you can pay me to pay attention (nope)
she fall in every rapper with a richard mille
tryna f_ck her way up get a meal ticket (facts)
[chorus: moneybagg yo & yo gotti]
your b_tch outta pocket, i’m f_ckin’ her (f_ckin’ her)
your b_tch a lil’ baby i’m duckin’ her (duckin’ her)
your b_tch a lil’ bad i am cuffin’ ’em (lockin’ ’em)
i turn your lil’ b_tch to a hustler (whatever)
your b_tch on a dope sh_t, she a customer (she gon’)
i’m tired of your b_tch, had enough of her (i’m tired)
she like cars, we f_cked in a cullinan (ooh_ooh)
gotta umbrella her (go)

- yo gotti

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