Daz Dillinger - My b**h lyrics

My b**h your wife, my b**h your wife My b**h your wife, my b**h your wife My b**h your lady, my b**h your lady My b**h your lady, my b**h your lady My b**h your baby mama, my b**h your baby mama My b**h your baby mama, my b**h your baby mama My, my, my b**h, my, my, my b**h My b**h your wife, yeah, she s**ed that dick And I hit her from the back, that's when I knocked that seat We don't kiss, but we do twist I'm still so hard, diamonds on my wrist Talk the game that she know, yes, she know my name Have her up and down the pole for some punk a** chain You're disgraced, n***a, stay up in your lane Oh yeah, I pimp that b**h, yeah, I do my thing My b**h your wife, my b**h your wife My b**h your wife, my b**h your wife My b**h your lady, my b**h your lady My b**h your lady, my b**h your lady My b**h your baby mama, my b**h your baby mama My b**h your baby mama, my b**h your baby mama My, my, my b**h, my, my, my b**h Yeah, we pop bottles up in the VIP You can smell me in the back, n***a, you notice me n***a, it's the land of the doubts Toss you in the river, you're floating like the low Hear that sound, n***a? See, that when sh** blows Exhale and exhale out the window She get down, get down on the f**ing floor I make it rain, it's what she's handle now, and give me more My b**h your wife, my b**h your wife My b**h your wife, my b**h your wife My b**h your lady, my b**h your lady My b**h your lady, my b**h your lady My b**h your baby mama, my b**h your baby mama My b**h your baby mama, my b**h your baby mama My, my, my b**h, my, my, my b**h Still going, going hard in the strip club Like Stevie J, I'm trying to get my dick s**ed You love her? I don't need her Okay, I f** her, homie, you feed her Laughing at you lame n******gs want your balls s**ed My b**h slim, real fine, with a soft bu*t Tell her to get low, baby's shaking You look better clothes off when you're all naked When that light hit that p**y, yeah, the night is off You're over 21, baby, yeah, you're fully grown You know is dad's in your drawer when your mama ain't home So what's up? Because if I f** your wife an if he f** your b**h And if you f** her, yeah, we all gonna f** that If I f** your b**h and if you f** your wife And she f** your b**h, yeah, we all gonna f** My b**h your wife, my b**h your wife My b**h your wife, my b**h your wife My b**h your lady, my b**h your lady My b**h your lady, my b**h your lady My b**h your baby mama, my b**h your baby mama My b**h your baby mama, my b**h your baby mama My, my, my b**h, my, my, my b**h