Fishnets

Lyrics for Fishnets

(BBymutha) Bitch Eat a bitch up like eve Snake in the garden, can't trick me Wanna get wet, Ima roll my sleeves You cant fuck with a bitch like me Yo beat beat beat beat beat Little drummer bitch it's christmas eve Get smokey, pass me the tree You cant fuck with a bitch like me She wanna fuss fight tussle I shut her up, down, muzzle I'm heavy weight, pounds, pressure I beat her up, down, stretcher Never competing these bitches my lesser Don't want your n*gga my n*gga is better Queen of hearts, you the joker the jester Study me she might pass the semester You bitches poo, fool, mid Raising you hoes i got so many kids Can't get replaced, can't do what i did Live of my scraps, slop, pigs Do my lil dance, do my lil jig And if bitches try me im doing it big Yeah im itty bitty but doing it big Lock it up or i'm rocking your wig, bitch! Aw shit lookout bitch i'm goin to serve this stupid trick Aw shit lookout bitch i'm goin to serve this stupid trick Grab that 9 Put it in check Make these hoes gimmie respect Grab that 9 Put it in check Make these hoes (SHA RAY) Thick thighs bussin' holes in my fishnets Red cherry lace, like the end of the cigarette Big yes And the bitch badder than a cuss word Hips wider fit Desired miss with the dumb curves Big guys with c notes, still bitchless N*gga that tried to hit it wrist pain when I list 'em Bitch let you bag but you wasn't her first choice The pussy that u been in came in with a invoice Aw shit lookout bitch i'm goin to serve this stupid trick Aw shit lookout bitch i'm goin to serve this stupid trick Grab that 9 Put it in check Make these hoes gimmie respect Grab that 9 Put it in check Make these hoes gimmie respect Aw shit lookout bitch i'm goin to serve this stupid Wayment Mrs. with a pump to the pavement Stay tryna rush N*gga know she a favorite Deep in they trust you ain't flash where they faking Real weird n*gga dap up with assailants Get round some bitches His mission to siphon Stains ain't hit Yo shit ain't really strikin' Flaw to the ribs Nah u ain't really like this N*gga crash out when she curved in his crisis Thick thighs bussin' holes in my fishnets Red cherry lace, like the end of the cigarette Big yes And the bitch badder than a cuss word Hips wider fit Desired miss with the dumb curves Big guys with c notes, still bitchless N*gga that tried to hit it wrist pain when I list 'em Bitch let you bag but you wasn't her first choice The pussy that u been in came in with a invoice