Bitches & Dishes

Chorus: Don't give no fuck, ain't got time for these bitches I ain't wearin no suit or tie, so bitch mind yo fuckin business I just really wonder why, These hoes all so superficial But can't lie, they look better in heels cleanin dirty dishes Ewhh Bitch you fine, like james bond we on some missions Missionary legs up high, Tryna wife me be my Mrs You know I ain't bout that life, So girl stop wit all that trippen We just fuck, then clean my dishes Delete my number when you finish bitch Verse: Got this tiny girl, who stay on the tip She like my papertrails, who got swagga like this, ughh Never starved she feed me see, This pussy food and weed Keepin my stomach heavy, when we sexin She goin up and down, lookin like an uneven levy Seesaw, We spare I beat the pussy up and never leave a scar When we done, She falls off say that was fun Reach over say which weed you want I say de-pendigrass We here smokin Teddy blunts, ughh Slow jamz, But we don't romance We just fuck friends, Have sex never call again Yo im lyin shit, if its good, give it one more chance I make it rain, nah bitch I make it thunder, Kevin Durant Haha, man, Im all about that cash Lesbian missionary, titties on titties, racks on racks Call it that Cookin up that crack, Swag, sike crack is wack Dont fuck with nick saks, quarter halfs and pounds in my backpack Chorus: Verse: I got a main lady, and I gotta couple bitches Tellem to roll my weed up, and get back to the dishes Gave me 3 wishes, and spent them all on swishas Now im higher than the jumpshot by Derek Fisher Now you paint the picture, a nigga can't get witcha If you ain't down with the crew, then I ain't fuckin witcha I promise ya, you ain't smokin what we smokin on No homo, call that Big Poppa Pump, cuz that shit so strong Hit the blunt, guarantee you'll be comin back Me and my niggas fogged out in the lac Kamo runnin out of green, nigga never that I keep Gs on me then a fuckin Gucci Bag Loud pack, never smokin on the reggie When I roll blunts, they be tighter than a wedgie Ballin so hard, my pockets gettin heavy Im on the roll, like sonic the hedgy Hedgehog, yeah ima dog She beggin for the wood, so I threw that ho a log They can't see me like im standin in the fog If the head good, then ill put it in a blog What I spent on my shoes, could of bought me a pair of tru's Gotta red and a yellabone, so homie I ain't gotta choose bitch Chorus: