What Kinda Bit*h Do You Want Lyrics

What Kinda Bit*h Do You Want lyrics

What kind of bit*h do you want
A bit*h that's right by your side
What kind of bit*h do you need
A bit*h that's ready to ride
What kind of bit*h do you want
A bit*h that's packin
What kind of bit*h do you need
A bit*h that's ready to go

Hanging out in the club and we keeping our mugs
Grilled out, thugged out and we full of them buds
I step away just for a second and my nigga got anna
Here I come crowning bit*hes, bustin heads over counters
It's going down (man what), when it's on then it's on
A couple of bruises and some scratches I can fix when I'm home
They done f**ked up, I done made my way to the parking lot
And soon a nigga hit the door they going deaf by my shots
Cause I'mma shoot up the club, you bit*hes better run
Let my nigga go before I give you some
It's gon be some shit, a ho is bout to click
I shoot to kill, I'm aiming for your dick
An ex-con on the run, so I'm totin the gun
A down bit*h bout the biz always get the job done
When you wrong, ho you wrong
Ain't no way you can hide
I'm gettin strapped up wit the fo-five's like Bonnie and Clyde

(repeat 2x)
What kind of bit*h do you want
A bit*h that's right by your side
What kind of bit*h do you need
A bit*h that's ready to ride
What kind of bit*h do you want
A bit*h that's packin
What kind of bit*h do you need
 
A bit*h that's ready to go

When we be sleepin, we be sleepin wit our backs to our backs
We got one leg on the land and got our hands on our straps
I'm like the bone to your spine, I'm like the clip to your nine
I'm like the thoughts in your mind, I'm like the face on your dime
When you was locked up in the pen, had you straight on dat weed
You sold more dope behind the bars than you did on the streets
A bit*h be talking sh*t ain't no need in you fightin it ho
That ho was strappin out the frame and you know that for sho
You disrespected my nigga, that mean you f**k wit my pimpin
Fiddin to kick you dead in your face and give a mean as* whippin
I ain't got no problem wit you niggas choosin drop off your cheese
I'll set you up and have my nigga draped in all your jewelry
We hittin the block, we riding hot and I'm driving the car
He on parole, I got the gun and dough, I'm taking the charge
We gotta bust f**kin bank, 'fore our day'll go right
I love this nigga we together for the rest of our life (for real)

(repeat 2x)
What kind of bit*h do you want
A bit*h that's right by your side
What kind of bit*h do you need
A bit*h that's ready to ride
What kind of bit*h do you want
A bit*h that's packin
What kind of bit*h do you need
A bit*h that's ready to go