Micheal Myers Lyrics

Damn, M.I.P. got me

Bitch, if you ever feel it's smoke you better train your throat

Cause this shit ain't no joke

She backin' out, now we in front her door

Now what up, bitch

Nah, what up, bitch

Them bitches broke, so them hoes really shouldn't be talkin' bout shit

Bitch, if you ever feel its smoke you better train your throat

Cause this shit ain't no joke

She backin' out, now we in front her door

Now what up, bitch

Nah, what up, bitch

Them bitches broke, so them hoes really shouldn't be talkin' bout shit

Ridin' on the freeway, speedway

Runnin' up a check like a relay

I don't really care what he say, she say

Bad lil' bitch, I don't play

I slay, get sprayed, get paid, big spayed

Everything man-made

Chargin' money to the game

When I walk through, you know they gon' say my name

Can't nobody snatch, my chain

Rollin' up, mary Jane,

Demand my respect

Like my name was Major Payne

Niggas be thinkin' shit sweet now

Lock the fuck in , for I tweak out

Only smoke pressure, let me see what the Za bout

Loud pack, no sound , got round, showdown

Hold on now, I'm snapping' on the beat now

Ten toes down, I'm committin' to this shit now

Money so long, love to hear that count sound

Heard gunshots, and I seen her ass get down

Bitches be hatin' and snakin' and fakin

I-I just count my bacon

I take it, can't break it, gon' make it, I'm sayin

B-b-bitches be hatin' and snakin' and fakin

I just count my bacon

I take it, can't break it, gon' make it, I'm sayin

Bitch, if you ever feel it's smoke

You better train your throat

Cause this shit ain't no joke

She backin' out, now we in front her door

Now what up, bitch

Naw, what up, bitch

Dumb bitches broke, so them hoes really

Shouldn't be talkin' bout shit

Bitch, if you ever feel it's smoke

You better train your throat

Cause this shit ain't no joke

She backin' out, now we in front her door

Now what up, bitch

Naw, what up, bitch

Dumb bitches broke, so them hoes really

Shouldn't be talkin' bout shit

How the fuck these bitches be talkin' bout the next bitch

With no fuckin' motion

And how the fuck these niggas be talkin' bout

Fuckin' on Gi , ass broke, better use some lotion

Even if I'm feelin' down to my lowest

I still show no emotion

I'ma tear up the club if a bitch look wrong

It's gon' be some commotion

Bitch better move right

I don't wanna get loose in this bitch

That bitch better move tight

That bitch better look right

If she look at us wrong

in this bitch, that bitch gon' lose sight

Gon' be a fight

But the bitch gon' fight this blick

Somebody gon' lose a life

These niggas can't be no hubby, So

Why the fuck you expect me to be a wife

First things first

If you try puttin' that work then you better start your own wave

These bitches ain't got no surf

Say, buy me a purse

I get what I want

Like it was a holiday

She got it the worse

We went right her way

Bitch, I said, nah, we don't play

Bitch, what up

That's the lingo

Even made your nigga say

If you ever feel its smoke

You better train your throat

Cause this shit ain't no joke

She backin' out

Now we in front her door

Now what up, bitch

Nah, what up, bitch

Them bitches broke

So them hoes really

Shouldn't be talkin' bout shit

Bitch, if you ever feel it's smoke

You better train your throat

Cause this shit ain't no joke

She backin' out

Now we in front her door

Now what up, bitch

Nah, what up, bitch

Them bitches broke

So them hoes really

Shouldn't be talkin' bout shit