Search results for 'scratch by 7 year bitch' Page #14

Bitch no I'm not seven (Ay)
I jack off to Rudolph (Ay)
And then I ride Prancer (Psh)
I walk on the strip (Let's Go)
Cause Mrs claus is a dancer

hoes
All I want is an i8, an AP, and a bankroll
Your bitch like Shanaynay, my bitch like J-Lo
Pullin' up with the Stinc Team
Bouncin' out with them

than a band on a bitch, she stick with me
Fucked like seven times this week, by now we fuck on greed
I fuck on you and pass it along, cause now she fuck

got scars
Rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six
But I still won't see no bars
I never knew tears was what it cost

I got a bad bitch

Strength

Swollen Members

Balance

1999

reference
Measure it all from bird's eye to add some fuel to my furnace
To those who scratch the surface and lace signs of plotonus
Expected to strown

stupid bitch, a Drug addict weed fanatic
I think you had serious Depression, getting your ass Beat by your ex husband
Mother fuck you, you're dead To me

transferred from on
Party to the next" You got
A miserable bitch on a
Blog who writes something negative about
You, you read it, and now you're miserable

cocaine like Kool-Aid mix
Matter of fact y'all I could use a fix
[Slurp sound] Bitch, you like that hoe?
Now drop to your knees and blow, and who wanna

what
I hate feelin' stuck
Didn't blow up from the jump
Gotta work harder
Scratch that gotta work smarter
Goin farther than I did last year
Need to learn

Oh, life you nasty bitch. I just stopped to scratch an itch.
Not keeping track of time, found ten years had passed me by.
Ten years of chasing

Break-A-Bitch College

Eightball & MJG

On the Outside Looking In

1994

Nigga, focus on your own rhyme, make em follow your own rules
Don't be a fool, nigga, bring that bitch on by to school
I got a class for that ass, and it

F*ck What You Think

Main Source

F*ck What You Think

1994

are getting lit
So grab a hold of my pole when I stroll
Iceberg cold and twenty four years old, bitch!
I got the feel cos I'm real with Mikey D

Hyenas

Duke

Bankroll Mafia

2016

run, we gon' come for you
My I.V. is red like thermometers
I fuck on that bitch like a porn star
Hit me up when I'm on tour
I'mma unlock the card if

Dont get by on all the fables
I
Dont reply because my aim so high
I got my mind that stuck with me
I rap like no one out there can fuck with me

I
Dont

Niggas can't talk this shit like I talk it
'Cause niggas ain't been where I been
I told niggas that like three years ago
Who better than Griselda,

Swervin’ in that desert whip surrounded by that angel blow
Swear I cut my plug off at the nightclub bout a week ago
Bitches let me crash into they

lights street lights

Verse 2

7 years old front 
seat of the caddy 
Switches on bottom 
sellin baggies inna alley 
good with directions 
don’t send

TV, sleep
BJs and titties, music, no
Scratch that, I'm tripping, all that shit
Is hella distraction
Oh shit, look at me
I'm pulling off an Eminem

been on
When you was new to the block you was new bitch
When Dae Dae turned to a fucking snitch
You was still by his side you fucking bitch
And nigga

to scratch my first surface 
Word searching,
Pen to the pad to keep the earth burnin 

Gares, greatest at rappin’ every second
That bar 3 years old but I had

making 7 figs in a year uh
It's attracted to me, make a G in 5 days, Y'all can never be me
Wanna be my friend? Lookin like you're dreaming sweetie
Walk up

when you getting all this money
So flashy, the hoes want me
Y'all broke, can't get nothing from me
Tranced, by shimmering paint V-12 auto
Candy, 7 series

of these hoes and these niggas
Reloaded my Trey to give em songs like a trigger
My finger is itching I really should scratch you off
Like the latto triple 7

So if your passing by I could really use a ride. 

I walk vast emptiness with happiness in mind.

But it’s not in sight, so I, keep going by.
(Yeah)