• Tag Archives Bitch Im
  • Young Thug – Jerome Bettis (Still) Lyrics

    [Intro: Young Thug]
    Yeah yeah yeah
    Yeah yeah yea
    Yeah yeah yeah
    Wheezybeats

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
    Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
    Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
    Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
    I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
    Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
    Ya dig
    Ya dig

    [Verse 1: Young Thug]
    Bae, ya dig
    Oh yeah yeah
    Dont walk nowhere, you in a weelchair yeah
    Dont stop and stare, she mine yeah
    Look at my pimp card, player yeah
    These hoes will do you the baddest
    If you find one bad bag
    If you find a bad bitch then keep her
    Foreign cars, they back in
    Never pour no trash
    Im red like a firetruck, just got back from NASA
    Bought my bitch the new wagon, you dont know nothin bout [?]
    A red carpet, the ground that she walk on
    I told her to get whatever she want

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
    Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
    Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
    Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
    I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
    Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
    Ya dig
    Ya dig

    [Verse 2: Lil Duke]
    Im still gettin fetti, pockets [?] lettuce (racks)
    Young nigga so broke I can bet it (broke), I know he a rat he go tellin’ (snitch)
    These rappers they pussy I smell it (pussy), I want that bread like a deli (bread)
    Pour by the four I dont match (lean) , bitch I need all of my extras (extras)
    All of these niggas they act like they with it and ain’t even ready
    Bitch Im goin out like Ox did on Belly came from the block i was robbin and sellin
    Talk out a pole with a Mac-11, [?] the dice so we servin [?]
    Count up that cash, I need that guap
    Count up that cheese, I need a knot
    She suck on the dick like a lollipop, told her booled up on the molly rock
    We sip that lean we dont drink Ciroc, put on Celine when I’m steppin’ out
    I got that beam on the K, YSL got it engraved
    Pussy niggas throwin’ shade, kill them and piss on their grave

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
    Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
    Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
    Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
    I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
    Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
    Ya dig
    Ya dig

    [Verse 3: Quavo]
    Im still gon’ serve you, I still got birds too
    These drugs won’t hurt you, these drugs won’t hurt you
    Still got a egg beater (skrr skrr), still got an old pot (skrr skrr)
    Still niggas still plottin’, still niggas gettin’ shot
    Big ol’ bankroll, pockets on snot nose
    Took a bitch out the hood, and put her in designer clothes
    I’m in my rarri, took a plate to Calamari (eat it up)
    Rings like Horry, play like Curry, bitch Im sorry
    Thats why a nigga need a bad bitch, she know how to treat a savage
    She won’t even talk to 12, she ain’t even gotta ask me
    Trappin’ out a old park, pull up dinosaur, Jurassic
    She got a cute face, bad body, but I took her now she all plastic
    Barbie doll, barbie doll, Trapstar, block boy
    Thousand feet from a neighbor cause I want a tiger and I paid for it
    Imma ride with him, Im gon’ slide with him
    I might put my trust in him, I might put my pies in him
    I ain’t gon get tied in him, Imma fly with him
    Imma, yeah

    [Hook: Young Thug]
    Im still gettin money, Im still getting fetti
    Im still getting moolah, Im still getting treasures
    Im still spending lettuce, I run Jerome Bettis
    Dont even try to play with us, you know we ain’t love you
    I still got a bad bitch, Im still livin lavish
    Im still givin payments, Im still getting payments
    Ya dig
    Ya dig


  • Stitches – Through The Mail (Cocaine Holiday Album)

    Im pouring up the pint
    Im smoking on that kush
    Whipping up cocaine
    Bitch Im about to cook
    You wanna sell drugs
    Follow my foot steps
    Then you’ll receive
    Cocaine at your door step
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    I get cocaine through the mail

    Im whipping that dope in the kitchen
    Bitch you know that Im selling them pigeons
    Bitch you know that Im serving them chickens
    They hating on me because they know Im winning
    Cocaine bitch
    It made me
    Mom gave birth to a drug dealing baby
    I can’t sell to you if you a pussy
    If you a real one would you cook up a cookie
    Drug Lord
    I am
    When it comes to the mail
    Im the man
    I can out them kilos
    In your hand
    Don’t try to go stomp
    Hoes staying on the ground
    Feds watching
    All day
    I’ve been selling drugs
    All day
    Sending bricks through the mail
    All day
    Stay true to the game
    Im one way

    B.R.I.C.K.S
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    B.R.I.C.K.S
    Through the mail
    I get cocaine through the mail

    Im pouring up the pint
    Im smoking on that kush
    Whipping up cocaine
    Bitch Im about to cook
    You wanna sell drugs
    Follow my foot steps
    Then you’ll receive
    Cocaine at your door step
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    I get cocaine through the mail

    Im sending bricks through the mail
    If I go to jail no bail
    Still flipping and that sell
    While I make a call on my cell
    Cocaine is one
    Hell of a drug
    Take a bump of mine’s and you fall in love
    I only sell bricks I don’t sell dubs
    And I don’t sell dope to no scrubs
    Re rat
    That’s you
    Ripping off your costs those ain’t cool
    You should come to my Drug Dealer School
    It’s time for you to stop acting like a fool

    B.R.I.C.K.S
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    B.R.I.C.K.S
    Through the mail
    I get cocaine through the mail

    Im pouring up the pint
    Im smoking on that kush
    Whipping up cocaine
    Bitch Im about to cook
    You wanna sell drugs
    Follow my foot steps
    Then you’ll receive
    Cocaine at your door step
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    I get cocaine through the mail


  • Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb

    Alright alright
    You know I’m always lighting up some shit
    Breaking down some sticky
    Bad bitchies fuck with me man
    Mr. Green thumb
    Yuhhh

    Bitch Im from the slums
    Choppas with the drums
    Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
    I got what you need if you need some
    I pull up on the scene just to get me some
    My niggas short bus they go super dumb
    Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
    You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
    I be Smoking strong
    Mr. Green thumb

    I’m Mr. Green thumb
    And you ain’t high you need some weed son
    Man I be balling don’t need no team son
    Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
    And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
    Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
    I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
    You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
    Money I need some
    Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
    I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
    My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
    Yo face ain’t clean son

    Bitch Im from the slums
    Choppas with the drums
    Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
    I got what you need if you need some
    I pull up on the scene just to get me some
    My niggas short bus they go super dumb
    Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
    You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
    I be Smoking strong
    Mr. Green thumb


  • Yung Simmie – Mr. Green thumb Lyrics

    {intro}
    Alright alright
    You know I’m always lighting up some shit
    Breaking down some sticky
    Bad bitchies fuck with me man
    Mr. Green thumb
    Yuhhh

    {hook}
    Bitch Im from the slums
    Choppas with the drums
    Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
    I got what you need if you need some
    I pull up on the scene just to get me some
    My niggas short bus they go super dumb
    Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
    You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
    I be Smoking strong
    Mr. Green thumb
    {verse}
    I’m Mr. Green thumb
    And you ain’t high you need some weed son
    Man I be balling don’t need no team son
    Yo bitch keep calling she want this d son
    And it ain’t no talking we got them beams son
    Ain’t no snitches on my block so I ain’t see none
    I be whipping up the work I give a fiend some
    You be Smoking on the dirt I smoke og son
    Money I need some
    Got rid of my bitch don’t need one
    I pull off in the whip ducking cops this need for speed son
    My face good on yo block off top don’t need ID son
    Yo face ain’t clean son

    {hook}
    Bitch Im from the slums
    Choppas with the drums
    Rolling up the weed Mr. Green thumb
    I got what you need if you need some
    I pull up on the scene just to get me some
    My niggas short bus they go super dumb
    Nigga you don’t know us, where the fuck you from?
    You get yo fucking head Bust just for coming wrong
    I be Smoking strong
    Mr. Green thumb


  • Stitches – Through The Mail letras

    Im pouring up the pint
    Im smoking on that kush
    Whipping up cocaine
    Bitch Im about to cook
    You wanna sell drugs
    Follow my foot steps
    Then you’ll receive
    Cocaine at your door step
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    I get cocaine through the mail

    Im whipping that dope in the kitchen
    Bitch you know that Im selling them pigeons
    Bitch you know that Im serving them chickens
    They hating on me because they know Im winning
    Cocaine bitch
    It made me
    Mom gave birth to a drug dealing baby
    I can’t sell to you if you a pussy
    If you a real one would you cook up a cookie
    Drug Lord
    I am
    When it comes to the mail
    Im the man
    I can out them kilos
    In your hand
    Don’t try to go stomp
    Hoes staying on the ground
    Feds watching
    All day
    I’ve been selling drugs
    All day
    Sending bricks through the mail
    All day
    Stay true to the game
    Im one way
    B.R.I.C.K.S
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    B.R.I.C.K.S
    Through the mail
    I get cocaine through the mail

    Im pouring up the pint
    Im smoking on that kush
    Whipping up cocaine
    Bitch Im about to cook
    You wanna sell drugs
    Follow my foot steps
    Then you’ll receive
    Cocaine at your door step
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    I get cocaine through the mail

    Im sending bricks through the mail
    If I go to jail no bail
    Still flipping and that sell
    While I make a call on my cell
    Cocaine is one
    Hell of a drug
    Take a bump of mine’s and you fall in love
    I only sell bricks I don’t sell dubs
    And I don’t sell dope to no scrubs
    Re rat
    That’s you
    Ripping off your costs those ain’t cool
    You should come to my Drug Dealer School
    It’s time for you to stop acting like a fool

    B.R.I.C.K.S
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    B.R.I.C.K.S
    Through the mail
    I get cocaine through the mail

    Im pouring up the pint
    Im smoking on that kush
    Whipping up cocaine
    Bitch Im about to cook
    You wanna sell drugs
    Follow my foot steps
    Then you’ll receive
    Cocaine at your door step
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    Through the mail
    I get cocaine through the mail