Paroles Bitches de Tyga

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Bitches

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

Higher than the moon, nigga what up
They ain't worth it, nigga need to shut up
Fallin in the pussy, face down in the buttuck
It ain't shit to her, me im just a fuck up
Fuck a hand shake nigga we ain't brothers
On that West side where they reppin for they colors
If you talking big shit, then my dick will make you stutter
All up in your face like its (...)
Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down
Nasty I'm a king bitch, give a nigga a wipedown
Twenty four bitches, I'm rolling on chrome
My niggas are smoking on that loud
Bitch try to flunt, Imma blow your back out
I ain't thinking bout a nigga that walk past you
Bitch stole my blunt and said she love my tatoos
I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she driving on that dick she a damn fool

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, I don't wanna see no niggas
All the real real niggas that pour shit up already with us

It's a habit, in the club bottle magic
Fucking with these ratchets no purses they got baskets
Its a hand out, bitches(...)guess they addicts
And I ask them are you in like Patrick
Playing with the pussy like it's madden
Fire like a dragon
One say she like me then they all bandwagon
Been leadin as hoes, but they pretty like a pageant
She said she'd let me cut, I had to stab it, fo real though

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, I don't wanna see no niggas
All the real real niggas that pour shit up already with us

Audemar, big bitch, big bitch, big tipper
Supper club, 20,000 for the liquor
You see the bitch I'm with, you'll probably never get her
Never cop bottles, with broke niggas
In the corner, post it up(or pour shit up), what the dome give her
Money flowin like a wet pussy, thats a long river
So you got your bitch on lock, I'll slim jim her
It's that time of the month fuck timber
All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up
Before you pop up, throw your set up
(hop in this bitch, lights lit up?), leave with her, a big spender, (bitch shut up?)
(...)Illuminati all through your body
She blow me like a twelve gang shawty you feel me
Pull up in the 'rari, the fuckin life of the party
I'm getting hoes regardless
Before this rap shit, I'm honest

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, I don't wanna see no niggas
All the real real niggas that pour shit up already with us

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I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

Higher than the moon, nigga what up
They ain't worth it, nigga need to shut up
Fallin in the pussy, face down in the buttuck
It ain't shit to her, me im just a fuck up
Fuck a hand shake nigga we ain't brothers
On that West side where they reppin for they colors
If you talking big shit, then my dick will make you stutter
All up in your face like its (...)
Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down
Nasty I'm a king bitch, give a nigga a wipedown
Twenty four bitches, I'm rolling on chrome
My niggas are smoking on that loud
Bitch try to flunt, Imma blow your back out
I ain't thinking bout a nigga that walk past you
Bitch stole my blunt and said she love my tatoos
I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she driving on that dick she a damn fool

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, I don't wanna see no niggas
All the real real niggas that pour shit up already with us

It's a habit, in the club bottle magic
Fucking with these ratchets no purses they got baskets
Its a hand out, bitches(...)guess they addicts
And I ask them are you in like Patrick
Playing with the pussy like it's madden
Fire like a dragon
One say she like me then they all bandwagon
Been leadin as hoes, but they pretty like a pageant
She said she'd let me cut, I had to stab it, fo real though

Audemar, big bitch, big bitch, big tipper
Supper club, 20,000 for the liquor
You see the bitch I'm with, you'll probably never get her
Never cop bottles, with broke niggas
In the corner, post it up(or pour shit up), what the dome give her
Money flowin like a wet pussy, thats a long river
So you got your bitch on lock, I'll slim jim her
It's that time of the month fuck timber
All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up
Before you pop up, throw your set up
(hop in this bitch, lights lit up?), leave with her, a big spender, (bitch shut up?)
(...)Illuminati all through your body
She blow me like a twelve gang shawty you feel me
Pull up in the 'rari, the fuckin life of the party
I'm getting hoes regardless
Before this rap shit, I'm honest