Felicia ft. Freshezel Lyrics

We ain't playing with these bitches either

Bro, bitch, steady action for the Jacks

Every time she pop off, she wear that same outfit

She can drop to her knees, still can't suck this dick

Every time she on the ground, she pump that cash out

Bitch, I'm not your man. Bitch, stop playing

Old ass weave in your head in the stank

Yeah, you got a ass, but you know that pussy stank

Felicia ass bitch, wanna smoke a nigga

I'm not your man

Still in that whip, don't that bag tight

I feel a ball on my hoe like I hit the fuckin' lotto

Ain't no love for a bitch or these niggas either

I've been nice too long, worked the third shift on Mike's

What's wrong

Turn my feelings into words and I put it in songs

Bro, bitch, she done pissed me off

I can call any bitch when I wanna get off

Tryna make myself a boss, I couldn't wait to get off

Something really wrong with hoes

Dirty money is pressure

Oh, you in a bad mood

What you under the weather

I turn this bitch up cause I'm chasing the rhythm

I take care of all her minds, I ain't out here begging

I know a bitch doing better and she labeled a fella

Oh, I'm weird, cause I ain't giving shit up

I wouldn't give you loose change if you shaking your cup

I'm a big dog, baby, I ain't never been a pup

Yeah, I struggled for a minute, but I never gave up

Your mouth, you should've never really opened up

You talk too much, you was calling me farrah cause the walks was tough

Ain't nobody hold my hand when them times was rough

So I don't really care about it, I'm in through the pain

And the rain don't stop

I be chasing, chasing, chasing till I hit a mill at the top

All these bitches tricking and cheating, paying attention and peeping

All these bitches stops for no reason

Prince Breezy said these hoes ain't loyal, believe it

These bitches blow with the wind, these bitches change like the season

I had a bitch try to fuck me, my homie and my homie mans

Then tried to get us to subscribe to her OnlyFans

Fuck no, bitch get the fuck on

And I don't give a fuck, Nia's a call me tough tone

With these bitches, man, you gotta be cut though

Man, these bitches clever sometimes, I came front though

You know she asking for some money, you ask what's wrong

They evil, dog, that's why they bleed every month, bro

Big money, big money, that's what we on

It used to be Jibuls, my nigga, but now it's B-Long

Fresh and selling RBK, nigga, yeah, we on

We the next niggas, the niggas that you can't sleep on

Yeah, yeah

Bye, Felicia

Goddamn bitch

This bud is kicking in