Juicy J – Bitches Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & [?]]
You’s a bitch
(Bitches)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Lil’ bro got all-gold teeth and he was glistenin’
Came from the Souled and he came out of Memphis
Told me ’bout the hoes and he put me on the bitches
And he said they’d be trippy, man, layin’ me some pimpin’
How come bitches wanna cover? Pretty motherfucker
Basement out the gutter, don’t fuck without no rubber
I don’t ever trust her, I would never cuff her
Kissin’ on her lover, I do it for my brother

[Verse 2: A$AP Nast]
Back of the club, posted with my dubs
Act like you tough, you could catch a slug
Hoes in my face fixin’ for a taste
Of this young nigga, she wants a big dipper

[Verse 3: French Montana]
Pull up European, smoke a [?]
Smokin’ on a ‘Cali, but the papers [?]
Rich hazy [?], lyin’ with a [?]
Hundred for the car (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Rollin’ up the weed (weed), trippin’ off a pill (pill)
Trippin’ out and swervin’, all my niggas in the field (field)
Trippin’ like the rap-niggas can’t be for real
Really started from the [?] and now a nigga makin’ mills’
Hah, hah, like a [?]
All my niggas built the way, ain’t gonna lose (hah)
Shawty gon’ buss it open for a nigga with a check (hah)
Heard the pussy good, but tonight I want some head (hah)

[Interlude: Juicy J & [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]
(Bitches)

[Verse 5: Juicy J]
It’s that nigga from the mafia, I’m the juice on that Bombay
And them Xannies dancin’ on my Phantom roof
I got bitches that got bitches that do everythin’, but two
I just met your baby-momma, now I got a new recruit
Ten-thousand dollars on my motherfuckin’ tooth
If that bitch ain’t got my money, I’ma knock her tooth loose
Fine-ass bitches eatin’ dick for Jimmy Choo
At the club all night, can’t even take the kids to school
Thursday afternoon, I was on the move
Shots of Petrone, hand full of ‘shrooms
Pop it like Reinbacher, I left in a helicopter
Even though I’m paid up, I’m still chasin’ every dollar
Bitch, I got bands, I heard she got Xans’
Her pussy so good, heard her pussy got fans
Fuck her more than one time, damn, I must be out my mind
Throw that ass in rewind, let me hit it from behind

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Verse 6: Project Pat]
You tell the doody bitches like they do you
They play dumb, so, my nigga, I play dumb too
Get caught in that pussy way up, that’s that Hou-do
Supposed to be the man, now that bitch control you
Get money, flip money, all I do is spend money, trippin’
Love my money all-blue, I guess my money crippin’
No disrespect to double-cup, so you know I’m sippin’
The bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up ’til I stuck my dick in
Money like a hood-bitch mouth, guess they flippin’ off
Ducks get plucked, you front me? Then I’m dippin’ off
Stump down like [?], back-hand you in to last week
Lyin’ about that bread’ll get your head cracked to the street
Credit card check fraud, or a fuckin’ thief
Flatback suckin’ Jack, ’til a nigga skeet
She get paid in many ways, her pimp gotta eat
Or hit the highway juggin’ off a whole key (ooh)

[Interlude: Juicy J, A Pimp Named Slickback & Woman]
You don’t see me runnin’ round lookin’ for a bitch. I know where all my bitches are, thank you very much
Bitch, where you at?
I’m out here gettin’ your money
That’s what the hell I though, thank you grandma
(Bitches)

[Outro: [?]]
Uh-uh, he had told me he had-had some Indian in him, now he was part [?]

Young Thug – Icey Lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh, oh, oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

[Verse 1]
Twist up, backwoods, not no Swishers switch up
We get up, fuck her every fucking weekend
Catch up, Calamari then I want a cougar
Woah-woah, I’ma fuck her ’til she’s purple Hoover
What up? You can’t waste none of my time bitch
I’m up, I got way too many money
I’m up, you can ask my Mommy
Pourin’ up this dundee (pour up-up-up)
Put a ring ’round your finger, charisma (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I left twenty five thousand on your dresser (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told her ain’t this cool, on like Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Dropped outta school then pulled up in a Tesla (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All my girlfriends are real done (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I told ’em baby “don’t waste my time” (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put your ring on rocks, uh (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Woah, I told the bitch I want icy teeth

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

[Verse 2]
Rag talk, oh, yeah, the first time I bought a watch, oh, yeah
Mad flossin’, oh, yeah, your nigga got mad sauce, oh, yeah
Spin the block, oh, yeah, the kids are dodgin’ shots, oh, yeah
Big dawg, oh, yeah, but they won’t let me take a fall, oh, yeah
Gucci socks, oh, yeah, Fendi watch, oh, yeah
Jimmy Choo heel, it’s her birthday, sendin’ shots, oh, yeah
Shawty sayin’ it’s her birthday, keep it on the rocks, oh, yeah
Audemar, oh, yeah, match the buss count, oh, yeah

[Bridge]
Yuh, la, la
It’s just funny how I do you, ha-ah-ah
Richard Mille make ’em pukey, ah-ah-ah
Gotta a tiny booty oochie, wah-wah-wah

[Chorus]
Woah, I told her she got a Thug wannabe
Woah, Demon Hellcat and I’m tearin’ up the streets
Woah, I got a gun and a Patek on me
Woah, I tote a brand new bag on me
Woah, I beat the bitch up in Givenchy
Woah, I bought the stadium, won’t need no seats
Woah, and I got cadence and real nice teeth
Woah, bitch, brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces
You’re Louboutin heels, you never gon’ wear Nike’s
I done left you for years, this shit still the same, I see
For now, I ain’t stanin’ no Nike’s (oh-oh-oh)
My bitch is a Virgo but she actin’ like a Pisces

Young Thug – Tsunami Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate

[Verse 1]
Hundred thousand E’s
I pull up with a hundred pounds of weed
Aviator Chanel, double C’s
I got every single kind out
Told the girl ain’t no timeout
I perfected this rhymin’
Nothin’ but foreigns I’m ridin’ in
Finally rich and it’s showin’, and I’m lettin’ it
I’ve been goin’ near the sun lately
Everything that I’m in, yeah, it came, yeah
I got 26 Cuban Doll chains, yeah
Nigga takin’ this shit down Sunset

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate

[Verse 2]
I like the way she give head
I call her Mitchell and Ness
I keep a drum on the TEC (brrt)
I gotta protect all my kids (brrt)
I don’t need no help with this (brrt)
Bitch, put my kids on your tits
I put your name on my wrist
Right, Richard Mille my wrist
See my bag, bitch, see my bitch behind me
Gold diamonds with, match the side-kick
I made promises, and I’m keepin’ it
Get the Range Rover, autobiography
Talkin’ crazy, slap his ass with the shine (brr)
Put the, light up wrists at any time (brr)
Ric Flair with the times, eww
Big B’s everywhere, suu whoop (brr, brr)
Shawty said I be the realest, can’t get enough of this killin’
The weed that I smoke feel like chitlins, postin’ your wifey on trend list
I been tied in with the killings, I been tied in with the dealers
I put some rings on my fingers, hand shinin’ like the Thriller
Whippin’ it, go grab the trigger, foreigns behind me, BMF
Boy in the jet with the real plug, two hundred racks of skrilla
Red bottoms, she a killer, red bottoms, she a killer
Gucci slides for the chillin’, Jimmy Choo when I miss her
Three times a week, nails, shawty takin’ good care
Wheezy went and popped a bail, Young Keyzz go Alicia
Who you meant? oh well, I could never not tell
I’m not tryna do it well, buy Chanels for your tears

[Chorus]
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Young Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave
Wheezy the wave, young Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
Wheezy the wave, tsunami wave
If you tryna fuck in one night, all the dawgs
Young Aviator Keyyz, gotta pass along
Young Aviator Keyyz, never stoppin’
Aviator Keyyz, right behind me
Aviator Keyyz, changin’ climate