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Paroles de la chanson Lil Bitch par Miss Lafamilia

M1 on the beat

Talk shit and I know you ain't 'bout it (Yeah)
And my hair cost more than your outfit (Okay)
And you say that your pussy on fleek, (Ay)
But you can't keep your man for a week
So I doubt it (Go away)
All that boss girl shit, you ain't 'bout it (Yeah)
That's why you dickride where the clout is (Yeah)
On your Instagram pouting (Uh, uh)
But I bet you can't your money where your mouth is
Nah Nah Nah (Lil bitch, lil bitch)

It's a shame

When your man don't give you brain (Uh)
Me and you are not the same (Uh)
I'm getting top up in the Range (Lil Bitch, lil Bitch)
Yeah I stumbled 'cross some change (Ay)
Everyday I look like money, everybody's acting strange (Yeah, yeah)

'Cause I don't care (Nah)
And the game's all mine and there's no shares (No way)
I'm the Queen for the throne, get your own chair (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't going nowhere 'cause I'm home here
Lil bitch, how you like that? (Lil bitch, uh)
When the kitty's so tight you've gotta call back (Ay)
When the booty's so big, make him backtrack (Ha)

Got a nigga begging on his knees for this fat cat
See I came in the game and it ain't been the same (Yeah)
Couple chicks on my name but I swear they give me vain
Stay off my dick, stay in your lane (Uh)
Bitches is pressed, oh what a shame (Yeah)
And it's always the man with the wickedest chat (Wickedest chat, yeah)
See them in the flesh and they ain't all that (Ain't all that)
Niggas always claim that they getting in stacks (Yeah, yeah)
Went to finesse him but he never had jack (Never had jack)
Jack, jack, jack

It's a shame

When your man don't give you brain (Uh)
Me and you are not the same (Yeah)
I'm getting top up in the Range (Lil Bitch, Lil Bitch)
Yeah I stumbled 'cross some change (Ay)
Everyday I look like money, everybody's acting strange (Yeah, yeah)

Liar, said you got smoke, can't see no fire (Liar, nope)
Pocket's on broke, we Gucci attire (Yeah, yeah)
That's baby drip, there's hope for a trier
Lil bitch boy (Uh)
Could have been the man with half a brick boy (Okay)
And they don't know you on the strip (Nah)
See shells start flying, best go for your stick (Nah, nah nah nah)

See I've always been a little terror
Name a bitch badder than me in my era (Yeah)
Penthouse suites, overseas for the dinner (Uh)
Pussy on his plate, yo fam, can you chin up
Cum five times in his mouth then I bill up (Uh)
Brain game's whack if he's done and I'm still up (Uh)
Gang gang, work on your tongue, get your skill up (Brr, brr)
Sutting so sweet, pussy juice on syrup (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's a shame
When your man don't give you brain (Uh)
Me and you are not the same (Uh)
I'm getting top up in the Range (Lil Bitch, Lil Bitch)
Yeah I stumbled 'cross some change (Ay)

Everyday I look like money, everybody's acting strange (Yeah, yeah)

Sweet like honeydew (Yeah)
Make a bad bitch badder what the money do (Yeah, yeah)
And it's bands on bands when I'm coming through (Lord)
And it's gang on gang when I'm coming too (Ah)
And it's plaques on plaques when I'm coming up (Drr)
You know I ain't really with the funny stuff (Yeah, yeah)
Talk shit fat bitch, get your tummy tucked (Brr, brr)
Black whips and sticks when we running up (Yeah, yeah)
Ah, ah, ah (Lil bitch, lil bitch)

(Yeah yeah) Ah, ah, ah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Lil bitch, lil bitch) Yeah, yeah
(Lil Bitch)

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