Down For My B`s Lyrics

Down For My B`s lyrics

feat. Mia X, Ms. Peaches & Traci
(C-Murder talking)
f**k them bit*hes
Ladies, I ain't forget about y'all
I'm down for my bit*hes too you heard me
TRU Records respect us
I'd die for my bit*hes, f**k them other bit*hes

[Chorus - 2x]
f**k them other bit*hes
f**k them ragged as* hoes
f**k them other bit*hes
f**k them trifling as* hoes
f**k them other bit*hes
f**k them dirty as* hoes
Ole' nasty as* hoes
Ole' stank as* hoes

[Ms. Peaches]
Man f**k them bit*hes, you think I'm worried bout them hoes
All that mugging and bugging bit*h I ain't bout no trouble
Now you done let your girls buck you up with all that yapping
Bit*h I'm bout action if you ain't know who I am I don't give a f**k
You got it on your mind well bit*h it's on my mind too
Whatever, whenever sh*t I'ma bring that f**king noise to you
You and your click hollin' I'm bout this and bout that
Well me and my girls bit*h we gone show fa sho' we doubt that
Them hoes mad cause I'm down with TRU Records riding Excursions
DVD's on chrome interior leather but I bet you
Them hoes don't, want to f**k with me
I got a click of gangsta bit*hes that'll bust for me
If you ain't heard this and that I tell a hoe to her face
Don't give a f**k what you got on you from that blade to that mace
Cause if a hoe gone shake man that hoe better kill me
Cause if I'm still breathing I'ma make sure that bit*h feel me

[Chorus - 2x]

[Traci]
Back up off me bit*h, my time recognize
Get up off me trick 'fore I expose your insides
f**k you bit*h, remix, we can take it outside
So these hoes can see, how real chicks ride
Where they at, there they go, can't stand no fake hoe
No stank hoe, no think she could when she can't hoe
Confronting me with that bullshit, liquor flow hoe
You slow, make me bugged and shit, but not no more
How many hoes wanna go, against this chick right here
Caps still and throwing this here with g-nice I'm right here
 
You bout to sneeze ooh, look bit*h I'm right here
Go ahead and talk that sh*t I'ma still be right here
So how you think you posted up in your face, with your nigga
Think you need to step back so you could see a clearer picture
And girl, we here to let these bit*hes know (what Trac')
Girl f**k what you going and f**k what you stand fo'

[Chorus - 2x]

[Mia X]
f**k them other bit*hes looking hard in the club
Trying to bump cause they hating thinking to jump in the club
Trying to stunt in the club like y'all bout that shit
We spraying mace dead in your face straight run you out that bit*h
Y'all hoes can pick if you want, but I'm not that bit*h
What, headline gone read Mama popped that thug
And about my click, we so thick and we stay so fly
I guess that's why you chickenheads can bust a evil eye
Well please don't try, let the alcohol or the song bust you
Straight razor cut you bunch of messy ugly motherf**kers
Run up like we soft cause we pretty as mountains
You bit*h you, we fin to remmy red bottles to hit you
You bit*h you, and it ain't over till the paramedics come and get you
High beamed up on stretchers you and your bit*h crew
We gone ride, we gone walk
Better know where you walk cause uh, we go fo'
My bit*hes don't start but they do wild out
We knock the gums out your mouth before we even get it out, f**k em

[Chorus - 2x]

[Chorus 2]
f**k them other bit*hes
Cause I'm down for my bit*hes
f**k them other bit*hes
I bust rounds for my bit*hes
f**k them other bit*hes
I'm gone clown for my bit*hes
f**k them other bit*hes
It's all about my bit*hes

[Chorus 3]
f**k them other bit*hes
Cause I rides for my bit*hes
f**k them other bit*hes
I just tore up your tire with my bit*hes

[Chorus 4]
f**k them other bit*hes
I gets money jump slides with my bit*hes
f**k them other bit*hes
It's all about my bit*hes