T.L.B. Lyrics

Uh uh uh uh

Fuck a bitch and toss her

My heart cold because I lost her

She look like she seen a saucer

Doggie dog these boys imposters

They ain't pimping, they just simping

Catch a bitch I Randy Moss her

(Where you been at)

Bitch I'm bossin

Straight up out the jects I'm winning

Brody spinning, bitch I'm with em

Load and hit em

Homie missing

Forties ripping

(OH MY GOD)

M.O.Triple Beezy throw that 3'zy bitch it's stuck

She mad I don't call her bae, bitch be glad I called you once

(Playa shit only)

Told that bitch that impatient

I ain't even into dating

GLE I'm out here racing

Only love her on vacation

I'ma link with all the hoes I fucked and probably start a nation

Swear fore' God my bitch be hating

Cause she wanna fuck, but I'm with gang gang on the same playstation

Uh, Plus she tried to leave me but I'm toxic, we just kept on dating

Got them bitches fighting for my time, it's like I'm Flavor Flavin'

Shit I'm saying

(Yea yea yea yea

Yea yea yea yea

Uh yea Playa shit only

It's the hitta of the track)

Ay fuck a bitch then drop her off

That's just how I'm living

I could never keep her long

'less she in that kitchen

New coupe when I'm swerving off

Yeah I'm out there whipping

You could call me Barry Bonds

Cause I'm out there hitting

Baby do it like you pose to

You should come and put that pussy me on for the culture

That ass like a glass so baby use me a coaster

She be in my crib and tryna drive me like a chaffuer

I'm at the show turnt

Watching you niggas slow burn

My squad's bout as big as this blunt I smoke when the O burn

M.O. Triple B don't you hate we making your fro burn

Cause I'll smoke you niggas bout mine I feel like the old Worm look

This shit's premeditated

Man up in the mirror is telling me

" I'm your bitches favorite"

Suicidal thoughts in my mind that's telling me "heavens waiting"

Office tryna take my crib from me

They hate I'm section eighting

I'm just here collecting payments

I'm out in Nobu's

Thinking the last time I was happy was probably '02

And even though I'm probably capping, it's probably so true

Your friends think they know you

But they don't really show you

Ridin' solo is my go to

Before I give a bitch my heart, I give a bitch a bag

I give her time up in the crib and then I give her back

I give her dick then give excuses

I can't get attached

Shit that shit's a fact

Listen I ain't going back

Shit there's money to be made

A lot of niggas hating we gone put em in they grave

Know that I'ma shine even though they throwing shade

Tell a bitch chill, she could get up out my way uh