I Gotcha Bitch (feat. Fox BD) lyrics

You'll fly too- Hoo Mm, mm, mm, mm Where you wanna go for the date? Capital Grill What time? Her pussy fire, she made me wait (yeah, uh-huh) Huh, bottle girl, look like she dance (hoo) Ass fat, bust out the pants (stop playin') Boss bitch, drivin' a Benz Her face card, what got her in (tss) I got her runnin' from the backshots at the penthouse, she pent (mm) She a real creamy bitch, for that, I'll pay up her rent She stay on her shit, she trim They copy everything she get (hoo) She real bipolar, her mood swing twist She real bipolar, that what make her pussy hit I see your old nigga wasn't for you He plucked, Fox got the bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch Mm, BD Blood got your bitch Oops (huh, huh), I got 'em pissed (ha, ha) My bitches stay in the mix The pimpin', I put her on her first lick (taught her well) 41 Presi' off a trick Mack daddy everything just from talkin' slick (baby lotion) Want ten thousand for her flicks She pay my bills off taking risks (that ho stupid) Blood got your bitch (thought you knew) Blood got your bitch (piru) Blood got your bitch (she in Bompton) Blood got your bitch (she glued) I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch I got your bitch Fatt such a bitch