I Gotcha Bitch – YTB Fatt Lyrics
You'll fly too-
Hoo
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Where you wanna go for the date?
Capital Grill
What time?
Her pussy fire, she made me wait (Yeah, uh huh)
Huh, bottle girl, look like she dance (Hoo)
Ass fat, bust out the pants (Stop playin')
Boss bitch, drivin' a Benz
Her face card, what got her in (Tss)
I got her runnin' from the backshots at the penthouse, she pent (Hmm)
She a real creamy bitch, for that, I'll pay up her rent
She stay on her shit, she trim
They copy everything she get (Hoo)
She real bipolar, hеr mood swing twist
She real bipolar, that what make hеr pussy hit
I see your old nigga wasn't for you
He plucked, Fox got the bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
Hmm, BD
Blood got your bitch
Oops (Huh, huh), I got 'em pissed (Ha, ha)
My bitches stay in the mix
The pimpin', I put her on her first lick (Taught her well)
41 Presi' off a trick
Mack daddy everything just from talkin' slick (Baby lotion)
Want ten thousand for her flicks
She pay my bills off taking risks (That ho stupid)
Blood got your bitch (Thought you knew)
Blood got your bitch (Piru)
Blood got your bitch (She in Bompton)
Blood got your bitch (She glued)
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
I got your bitch
Fatt such a bitch
