Ya Bih Lyrics
[Intro]
(Tay Keith, f*ck These Niggas Up)
[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I'm legend my life should be studied
I come from nothing, ran up a thirty
f*cked on a superstar bitch and ha buddy
Christian Louboutin, yea I be bloody
I'm not a crip, but I got blues in my pocket
Too many blues won't fit in a wallet
Cristopher Wallace (Wallace), everything B.I.G, we are the hottest
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti]
Your bitch outta pocket, I'm f*ckin' her (f*ckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' bigger I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' baddie I'm cuffin' 'em (Lock her up)
I turn your lil' bitch to a hustler (Money up)
Your bitch on that dope, she a customer (She gon')
I'm tired of your bitch, had еnough of her (I'm tired)
She likе cars, we f*cked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)
Got the umbrella up
[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
We made it to water (Extorted)
Sixty minutes and I had her draws off (Woo)
How you let a bitch make you fall off? (How?)
Ayy come get your bitch out my call log (Please)
A hundred miss calls, I block her (Hello)
Oh yeah she determined, can't stop her (Damn)
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She blew a bag at the doctor
Thick thick like she eat cornbread and pasta (Yeah)
Yeah my type of bitch don't need nan' nigga (Damn)
She got a boutique and a cold figure (Damn)
You know she young, got an old nigga (Yep)
And she gon' keep a few hoes with her (Oh)
Bitches be salty so, swear they be subbin' 'em (Sub)
Niggas be thirsty bitches won't f*ck with her
She on a shit for real (For real)
Got her ass done but it looked real
[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & Yo Gotti]
Your bitch outta pocket, I'm f*ckin' her (f*ckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' bigger I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)
Your bitch a lil' baddie I'm cuffin' 'em (Lock her up)
I turn your lil' bitch to a hustler (Money up)
