Chris B - Lil Hunnids Intro (feat. Stxned Quartz)

Aye

Lil bitch
For the money
Ima write a verse real quick
Never seen Chris B just like this
I got three ni**as and there all slim thick

Flo tight and the mouth on real slick
Keep your bitch ten toes like tips
Ima strip a bitch
Then ima dip
Ima tell a bitch when ima do this

Twerk that ass real fast
Tip me
Splish Splash
Dick drip like water
Now they wanna swim fast
Act like it's Saturday
Now it's time to confess
Oh you ain't know
Get ready
Get dressed

Bitches thought I left
Ima stand right here
I'm at the top
Sitting in my high chair
Blurred vision, I swear
Cold wrist, Ice wear

Oh wait hold up
I meant to show my ice there

Diamond's blinging right there
Beat buzzing light year
Might switch the flow
No I like it right there

Brand new foreign
Your bitch stay whoring
I switch up
You sound kinda boring

I'm on a diet
These ni**as are my supplements
Bitch real quite
Only cuz she sucking dick
And I'm really fun with it
I keep busting nuts in it
Oh that's your girl
That's why she dumbfounded

I'm like your checks
My ass stay bouncing
I'm like a vet
Shoot you and surroundings
Run me a check
I'll save your bitch
Just like a wood
Ima pass this sh*t

Bitch I'm gonna skip class
Ima write a diss track
Rappin too fast for you bitches
Give em whiplash
I don't want no chit chat
Cuz I been did that
I been making money
Yeah I know you hoes been mad
Stupid, ima educate
Then ima retaliate
I don't follow rules lil hoe
Ima dominate
Be on time bitch don't be late
Bell is ringing, bitch it's 8
Foolie wasn't fast enough
And got her ass stuck out the gate

All these lil bitches wanna try me
Yeah
All these motherf**kers wanna ride me
Yeah I ain't got time for you foolies
Too high for you bullies
All you bitches are behind me
Cuz I got yo man all up inside me
He giving me that dick so finely
And I take it from him so kindly
Gotcho boo thang calling me wifey
BITCH
Dont come close to me
Mmm
I'm where I'm supposed to be
Hmm
I make that check
All hands on deck
I make bank over seas
Hmmm
Lil bitch tell me whatchu need
Mmm
Cuz I got whatchu need times three
Roll around in this green
While yo ass make a scene
Not a game, not monopoly

You the bitch he keeping on the side
You the type of person
That be asking for a ride
But you know I'm humble
So I'm swallowing my pride
Next time bitch
Ain't gonna let that sh*t slide

Sliding in my DM
Askin for the D and
Say you wanna kick it
But it's always in the PM
Baby you are dreaming
That sh*t ain't worth believing
I could just say no
Cuz I got so many reasons

Reason one
You be cruising
F**kin on the streets
Reason two
You a catfish
Sh*t ain't that discrete
Reason three
You and yo whole crew stay obsolete
I could keep on going
But this sh*t can take all week

Weak ass bitch
Go 'head and talk yo sh*t
Ain't got no time for yo games
Got a bong to hit
I'm bein honest sis
I stay on top of sh*t
Need proof my music's my accomplishments
Bitch

Written by:
Christopher Bryant, Steven Mojarro

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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