HIDE YOUR BITCH ft. IAN Lyrics

I don't like King Julian!

I loveeee him!

Told that nigga hide his bitch

You know I got money and his hoe just can't resist

She ain't wanna' bring her friend, but I told her I insist

Got the number nine jeans, made your hoe blow a kiss

Me and Ian in the stu' and you know we don't miss

(Hide yo' bitch, motherfucker!)

Ain't no cappin' but niggas gon' have the fitteds on

can take yo' bitch, and don't even need a fit on

Fucked her friends, now they all mad at me

But held her down, came back, three-one, the king!

I'm fuckin' hoes, cuz' all these bitches love me

I want to text her back, but the thot is for the streets

She said she want a gift, but I spend it all on me

Ian brought five hoes, but the niggas came in three

God damn!

Dick make the hoes criss-cross after they jump

Stay off the grid in the forest I ain't talking Gump

Hide yo' bitch, motherfucker!

Yo' bitch called me asking for a new set

Yo' bitch called me and I know you broke a sweat

Ten toes down, ain't none of y'all a threat

We ain't driving no more, bitch we

Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up

You can't give 'em too much, J!

You can't give 'em too much, you gotta let the rest of the album ride out

Let the beat ride out, son!