Yo Gotti – Ya Bih Lyrics, lETRA:
Ya Bih Lyrics
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Intro
Tay Keith, Fuck These Niggas Up-LYRICS-LETRAS
Verse 1 – Yo Gotti
I’m legend my life should be studied
I come from nothing, run up a thirty
Fucked on a superstar bitch, and I butted
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, everything B.I.G, we are the hunnids
Chorus – Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti
Your bitch outta pocket, I don’t fuckin ‘em
Your bitch a little bag I am duckin’ ‘em
Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin’ ‘em
I turn your lil bitch to a hussler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her
She like cars, we fuckеd in a Colonel
Gotta umbrella her
Verse 2
Wе made it to water, 60 minutes and I had the drugs off
How you let a bitch make you fall off
Ayy come get your bitch, Ima call off
A hundred misscalls, I block her
Oh yeah she determint, can’t stop her
She blew a bag at the doctor
60 brick
? impostor
Yeah my type of bitch don’t need nail nigga
She got a boutique and a cold figure
You know she young, she got an old nigga
And she gon’ keep it real if the hoes with ‘em
Bitch you be
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Niggas be thirsty bitches won’t fuck with ‘em
She on a shiff for real
Got her ass done but it looked real
Chorus – Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti
Your bitch outta pocket, I don’t fuckin ‘em
Your bitch a little bag I am duckin’ ‘em
Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin’ ‘em
I turn your lil bitch to a hussler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her
She like cars, we fucked in a Colonel
Gotta umbrella her
Verse 3 – Moneybagg Yo
That ain’t your bitch, that’s our bitch (mine too)
We just gon’ keep it in your house
You spent a thousand in Ruth Chris
I took that bitch to a dope house
You see the difference is plenty (so many)
Handle that emotion you know Ima give it
And my eminent would a girl from my city
Soon as she get drunk we gon’ fem on some flicky
I’m deep in my dog for roll me some truffles
Worry ‘bout go so smoke out
My bitch 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 bini
She talk to a vendor on Whats Up
He mad as a bitch let me find out, had his head holdin’ my hunnid’ come hide out
You the type little bitch get you for everything
In ‘n out I only know how play mine
Them niggas corny she fuck with the bread guy
Shot my shot, would have switch I got dead aim
Still wishin’ they had me
ex? bitches
You can pay me to pay attention
She fall in every rapper with a Richard Mille
Tryna fuck her way up get a meal ticket
Chorus – Moneybagg Yo, Yo Gotti
Your bitch outta pocket, I don’t fuckin ‘em
Your bitch a little bag I am duckin’ ‘em
Your bitch a lil bad I am cuffin’ ‘em
I turn your lil bitch to a hussler
Your bitch on a dope shit, she a costumer
I’m tired of your bitch, had enough of her
She like cars, we fucked in a Colonel
Gotta umbrella her
Yo Gotti – Ya Bih Letra
Ya Bih Letra