Your Bitch On Me Lyrics - Alpac

Got a good thing goin' with a bad bitch 

You know who to call when you need it 

Wish I had another you, I'm greedy 

Sometimes like that nigga get greedy 

Got damn I fell in love with a bad bitch 

You know that every time you leave me 

Even though I know how men be talkin' 

I just know that nigga wanna be me 

Came in here and fell in love with a bad bitch 

Back then she ain't have shit 

Now she grown up, she got ass, tits 

Wanna know where she got that ass at 

She hit my heart, a toot, toot on it 

She got a dump truck, I put a boot on it 

Don't mind spendin' this loot on it 

Treat her like my whip, I put some shoes on her 

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Got a dump truck, put a boot on her 

I don't mind trickin', spendin' loot on her 

Walk up in the club, and toot, toot on her 

She's a bad bitch, put shoes on her 

God damn, fell in love with a bad bitch 

Said, "French, take me to Paris" 

Dominican mami from Cali 

I said, "Gon' bend it over, let me grab it" 

I said, "Gon' bend it over, make it nasty" 

Walked up in the club, rollin', Stevie Wonder glasses 

I ain't lookin' at you niggas, lookin' way past you 

Young, fly, G's up, pocket full of cash 

You know where to find me, you know when you need me 

All my dogs eat, they'll tell you I ain't greedy 

I ain't gon' love her, too much to leave her 

I ain't goin' public, surely is easy 

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Pull up with my niggas, make a move 

Red light, green light, no it ain't Gucci 

Used to walk up in the store, couldn't afford that 

Now I walk up in the store, buyin' all that 

Drink it to the head, man, nigga feelin' woozy 

Pull up in the old school, boy I'm on some new shit 

Red to the head, man we gettin' all that 

And shorty phone answers, she don't ever call back 

And I can see why these niggas hate me 

Pull up in a drop and the watch 80 

Pull up to the front but a nigga faded 

Got a new crib and the shit gated 

Came from the bottom, watch a nigga ball out 

Drink it to the head, smoke 'til you fall out 

Countin' up this money, nigga, keep the door locked 

All my niggas gettin' to this money, no lie