Future
Future - Bitches Ain't Shit lyrics
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[Intro: Future] No, no, no, no, no... These bitches ain't shit... You know that and I know that... These bitches ain't shit No, no, no, no I don't give a fuck about you though These bitches ain't shit... I can't wait to cut a bitch off! [Hook: Future] These bitches ain't shit She'll fuck your homeboy, she'll take your money She'll take off running, where the fuck she going These bitches ain't shit You too dramatic, bouncing all that static Kill you and the madness, why the fuck you crying bitch These bitches ain't shit I'm international and you American, it ain't no comparison I fuck foreign bitches These bitches ain't shit No, no, no, no, no These bitches ain't shit [Verse 1: Future] I know your type Like I know that ice, and you foogazii The very first night Smashed out your lights, look and acting crazy Caught in the hype Come take this pipe, can't even take it I'm fly as a kite Wanna ride on this plane, bitch you lazy Wake up every single morning with that dick on your breath She ain't looking for love, she looking for help I got money, make her wet Gone and cut the check Soon as you fuck her to sleep she dreaming 'bout a Rolex You super fine, I know your kind You'll blow a nigga mind, why the fuck you crying I'm on my grind, committing these crimes Ain't got no time, for that sobbing, and all that lying You another nigga problem, I'm glad you ain't mine [Hook: Future] [Verse 2: Future] She already fucked Rock She already fucked Block She already fucked Joc She already fucked Zoe She a full time ho, I know, I know She your baby momma I'm a hit her in that throat, that throat And she sucking on Drama Telling me the nigga momma this must be karma This must be life When you hitting these bitches don't take off your ice She must be tricking She ain't picked up the phone, she gone on a mission She watching Basketball Wives Every single damn night, before she go to sleep Thinking 'bout them trips with Kanye While she sucking on Wiz Khalifa [Hook: Future] [Verse 3: Future] Let me roll this 'gar, I'm a fuck you in the car I'm a take your jaw, then go to war, I'm a go to war What's in the dark, come to the light You can't take this far It's 4 a.m., when I'm leaving the bar, cause I'm a star And I can't cuddle We fucking on top of these covers, I gotta keep it gutta And I'm on a double, and a half And all you keep screaming 'bout is some cash, haaa And all I can do to myself is laugh, yeah And all I'm a do to the bitch is pass, her fast Cause she ain't got no stamina, say she trash Excuse my manners, here go a bag [Hook: Future]