Bitches
[Hook]
I don't need no niggas in my section
All b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches ah
[Chris Brown]
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 sh*t to her, me im just a f**k up
f**k a hand shake nigga we ain't brothers
On that West side where they reppin for they colors
If you talking big sh*t, 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 b**ch, give a nigga a wipedown
Twenty four b**ches, I'm rolling on chrome
My niggas are smoking on that loud
b**ch try to flunt, Imma blow your back out
I ain't thinking bout a nigga that walk past you
b**ch 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
[Hook]
I don't need no niggas in my section
All b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches ah
All these b**ches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these b**ches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, I don't wanna see no niggas
All the real real niggas that pour sh*t up already with us
[Chris Brown]
It's a habit, in the club bottle magic
f**king with these ratchets no purses they got baskets
Its a hand out, b**ches(...)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
[Hook]
I don't need no niggas in my section
All b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches ah
All these b**ches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these b**ches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, I don't wanna see no niggas
All the real real niggas that pour sh*t up already with us
[Tyga]
Audemar, big b**ch, big b**ch, big tipper
Supper club, 20,000 for the liquor
You see the b**ch I'm with, you'll probably never get her
Never cop bottles, with broke niggas
In the corner, post it up(or pour sh*t up), what the dome give her
Money flowin like a wet pussy, thats a long river
So you got your b**ch on lock, I'll slim jim her
It's that time of the month f**k timber
All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up
Before you pop up, throw your set up
(hop in this b**ch, lights lit up?), leave with her, a big spender, (b**ch shut up?)
(...)Illuminati all through your body
She blow me like a twelve gang shawty you feel me
Pull up in the 'rari, the f**kin life of the party
I'm getting hoes regardless
Before this rap sh*t, I'm honest
[Hook]
I don't need no niggas in my section
All b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches, all b**ches ah
All these b**ches I don't wanna see no niggas
All these b**ches I don't wanna see no niggas
Really really though, I don't wanna see no niggas
All the real real niggas that pour sh*t up already with us
