Bitch Please (Radio Edit) Lyrics

What the fuck

I'm a real gentleman I'm giving scalp massage while she tops me off

I never play with her mind I just play in her mouth

Never made it to the bed we still on the couch

Never simpin' bitch I'm big pimpin' hoe I'm from the south

Bama boy but I reside in the crooked letter

She like them country niggas because she said we do it better

She is looking for them two Gs like the Gucci letters

She got a hairy cat call it a coochie sweater

Got damn

She was shaking like jelly until she got jammed

And I knew shew was Candied because she got yams

And she's keeping it sizzling like a hot pan

Come here girl stop playing

Come fuck with the Mob bitch

Tell your baby daddy be quiet before he gets robbed quick

When it's up it's stuck it ain't no off switch

He's just another name on the job list

Now throw it back

Throw it back

Throw it back

Throw it back

Throw it back

Throw it back

Throw it back

Throw it back

Throw it, Throw it

Throw it back

Throw it back

Throw it back

Throw it, Throw it

Throw it back

Throw it back

Throw it back

Throw it back and I'll catch it like a short stop

Chilled bubbly always sounds lovely I got the cork popped

Pistol on the nightstand make sure the doors locked

All man I'm about to go ham like a pork chop

Bring it back, Bring it back like a refund

I'm all in it cutting up like coupon

She got some big titties I suck em like a newborn

And I move on

Find something to spend these blues on

On somebody Island getting my groove on

Everything that say wasn't right I proved wrong

So, what are you on

Bitch Please, Bitch Please

Luh Bitch