XXXTentacion

XXXTentacion - On That Bitch songtekst

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Ayy

Let me take a sip of this motherf**king water

Ooo

My throat hurt

Adam on the Track

Gling, gling, gling, gling

Huh

Gling, gling, gling, gling

Huh

Ayy, huh, bitch

Oh, hey, yuh, Craig, ayy

Say wassup bitch, oh oh like a bitch

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy



On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch



I rip dick, in that bitch

.25 cal, in yo shit

Why's you runnin, you a bitch

Where you was at when your homies was hit

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

In her clit, with that stick

Ayy



On that bitch

Pimpin on that vitch

Tell that air-head flip it, hell yeah, get me rich

Make that pussy pop, lil bop, poppa need the guap

Remix ya broad, serve her like some flock-a

Oh, that's your daughter? Xen do not a

Give f**ks about nothing but the dollars

Ayy, wassup, pimping on them sluts

Yellow boned bitches working tricks to get my bucks up

Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket

P-I-M-P-I-N-G your H-O-E for profit

Ayy, can't stop it, put it in my pocket

P-I-M-P-I-N-G your H-O-E for profit



On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch



Pop a dick, in your bitch

Nigga, you a crime, I'm a motherf**king [?]

I don't want cat, she don't want knit

I'mma put my hand all over, paw prints

Two Face, Harvey, with no dent

I pull up in a Rarri, shitting on a bitch

Niggas be po boys, niggas be shrimps

I [?] the clout, he [?]

I just pulled up in the double R

And you know a nigga double park that bitch

Phone [?] reflection

Like god damn, you a star, lil bitch

Yeah, I know I started with some Ss

But I'm finna end it with an R, lil bitch

Take what you got, put the Glock to your mom

That's why the hood call me Robb, lil bitch

Slap said, "Don't slap a nigga"

Femto talk that talk

Been on the [?] for three days, on replay

f**k nigga you don't measure up

Wet dick, blue C with a crip bitch

New drip, y'all niggas can't get a drop

Got a mamacita, dyke, man, on a perc

[?] keep playing, [?] I'mma pull my dick out



On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch

On that, bitch



I put my dick in that bitch

Pussy get wet, I might slip

Might break my hip

Niggas stay talking that shit

Don't really care, 'cause, we getting rich

Smoking that weed, TC Mist, huh, disappear quick

Talking that shit, you might have to get that motherf**king fist

Came with a drop, came with a drip

Came with a bitch, came with a bad one

I came with a fifth, so much smoke I came out the mist

f**king your bitch, and she came with her homie

Came with that holy, she came with that moly

I came with that bread, I came with the cannoli

Want my chips with the new guacamole
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