My bitches is gone off the ack
In the kitchen whippin flippin the crack
Bad bitches and they throwin it back
Bad bitches and they handle the strap
She dip when she flippin her weave
On the pole she gon charge you a fee
You a pawn she gon get what she need
Foreign whip while she duckin the D's
Yea she been duckin them d's
Piano she play with them keys
A house full of bricks where the lease
No hippie she stay with the piece
A bad lil bitch she came from Tennessee
She moved then she switched up her tendencies
Now it's just comas and Hennessy
Since a Lil nigga I was on it
Call me Stevie wonder I do not see no opponents
This is for my bitches grindin from the night into the mornin
I could turn into the reason why your family started mournin
Look
I got 9 bricks wrapped up in tinfoil
Don't come for me if I don't send for you
I school these niggas not a mentor
You couldn't copy my swag like 10-4
My bitches is gone off the ack
In the kitchen whippin flippin the crack
Bad bitches and they throwin it back
Bad bitches and they handle the strap
She dip when she flippin her weave
On the pole she gon charge you a fee
You a pawn she gon get what she need
Foreign whip while she duckin the D's
She fell in love with the fast life
She might pull up if the cash right
Her titties sit pretty her ass nice
I met that bitch in a past life
Promise her mama ain't raise a fool
She got a hammer it ain't a tool
And if you think that she ain't the truth
She make you run home now you baby Ruth
That sounded Different than shit that you listen to
Sure but her gun unpredictable
My bitches kill over principles
If class is in session then I am the principal
I run this shit
I can't use a holster cuz my gun won't fit
Posted on the block with a bad bitch
Whole lot of gang lot of trap shit
My bitches is gone off the ack
In the kitchen whippin flippin the crack
Bad bitches and they throwin it back
Bad bitches and they handle the strap
She dip when she flippin her weave
On the pole she gon charge you a fee
You a pawn she gon get what she need
Foreign whip while she duckin the D's
Bizzie Monroe - 7-6 Lyrics
Bizzie Monroe - 7-6 Lyrics
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My bitches is gone off the ack
In the kitchen whippin flippin the crack
Bad bitches and they throwin it back
Bad bitches and they handle the strap
She dip when she flippin her weave
On the pole she gon charge you a fee
You a pawn she gon get what she need
Foreign whip while she duckin the D's
Yea she been duckin them d's
Piano she play with them keys
A house full of bricks where the lease
No hippie she stay with the piece
A bad lil bitch she came from Tennessee
She moved then she switched up her tendencies
Now it's just comas and Hennessy
Since a Lil nigga I was on it
Call me Stevie wonder I do not see no opponents
This is for my bitches grindin from the night into the mornin
I could turn into the reason why your family started mournin
Look
I got 9 bricks wrapped up in tinfoil
Don't come for me if I don't send for you
I school these niggas not a mentor
You couldn't copy my swag like 10-4
My bitches is gone off the ack
In the kitchen whippin flippin the crack
Bad bitches and they throwin it back
Bad bitches and they handle the strap
She dip when she flippin her weave
On the pole she gon charge you a fee
You a pawn she gon get what she need
Foreign whip while she duckin the D's
She fell in love with the fast life
She might pull up if the cash right
Her titties sit pretty her ass nice
I met that bitch in a past life
Promise her mama ain't raise a fool
She got a hammer it ain't a tool
And if you think that she ain't the truth
She make you run home now you baby Ruth
That sounded Different than shit that you listen to
Sure but her gun unpredictable
My bitches kill over principles
If class is in session then I am the principal
I run this shit
I can't use a holster cuz my gun won't fit
Posted on the block with a bad bitch
Whole lot of gang lot of trap shit
My bitches is gone off the ack
In the kitchen whippin flippin the crack
Bad bitches and they throwin it back
Bad bitches and they handle the strap
She dip when she flippin her weave
On the pole she gon charge you a fee
You a pawn she gon get what she need
Foreign whip while she duckin the D's
In the kitchen whippin flippin the crack
Bad bitches and they throwin it back
Bad bitches and they handle the strap
She dip when she flippin her weave
On the pole she gon charge you a fee
You a pawn she gon get what she need
Foreign whip while she duckin the D's
Yea she been duckin them d's
Piano she play with them keys
A house full of bricks where the lease
No hippie she stay with the piece
A bad lil bitch she came from Tennessee
She moved then she switched up her tendencies
Now it's just comas and Hennessy
Since a Lil nigga I was on it
Call me Stevie wonder I do not see no opponents
This is for my bitches grindin from the night into the mornin
I could turn into the reason why your family started mournin
Look
I got 9 bricks wrapped up in tinfoil
Don't come for me if I don't send for you
I school these niggas not a mentor
You couldn't copy my swag like 10-4
My bitches is gone off the ack
In the kitchen whippin flippin the crack
Bad bitches and they throwin it back
Bad bitches and they handle the strap
She dip when she flippin her weave
On the pole she gon charge you a fee
You a pawn she gon get what she need
Foreign whip while she duckin the D's
She fell in love with the fast life
She might pull up if the cash right
Her titties sit pretty her ass nice
I met that bitch in a past life
Promise her mama ain't raise a fool
She got a hammer it ain't a tool
And if you think that she ain't the truth
She make you run home now you baby Ruth
That sounded Different than shit that you listen to
Sure but her gun unpredictable
My bitches kill over principles
If class is in session then I am the principal
I run this shit
I can't use a holster cuz my gun won't fit
Posted on the block with a bad bitch
Whole lot of gang lot of trap shit
My bitches is gone off the ack
In the kitchen whippin flippin the crack
Bad bitches and they throwin it back
Bad bitches and they handle the strap
She dip when she flippin her weave
On the pole she gon charge you a fee
You a pawn she gon get what she need
Foreign whip while she duckin the D's
Writer: Bizzie Monroe
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