Kreayshawn - More b**hes lyrics

[Hook: X2: Kreayshawn, V-Nasty, Roach Gigz] Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four b**hes, I need more b**hes! Four b**hes, I need more b**hes! Four b**hes, I need more b**hes! [Verse 1: V-Nasty] Four blunts, four bottles of gin One b**h, four of her friends I think this where my party begins Girl, I wish this moment will never end Got a b**h but I need some mo Four b**hes equal forty toes They all down Hoin is all they know Gotta make a stack just to get out the cold b**h its me, Mrs. V Why you outta town? O for the city If you wanna see life, baby f** with me I'm the lady of the sh**, yes I'm the queen Wanna get high so I smoke a whole zip Keep rolling up chops, loading up crisp Four ounces of bo gotta give it a kiss Off purple weed and gin b**h I'm lit [Hook: Kreayshawn, V-Nasty, Roach Gigz] Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four b**hes, I need more b**hes! Four b**hes, I need more b**hes! Four b**hes, I need more b**hes! [Verse 2: Kreayshawn] (Hey... b**h!) Need b**hes? Man I gotta room full You think Kreayshawn ain't pimpin you a damn fool I'm ga**in my money be the fuel All these b**hes gettin wet but I can't swim in a pool I'm just drownin' in a 40 though Need it like a Chinese on tis 40 yo Not in Japan but my eyes hella closed Got my swisher turned up on my thrift clothes And I'm getting lazy money, that's free dough Got these b**hes lookin crisp like a Frito I'm just me though, who else should I be? Young Kreayshawn man you need to feel this heat though Score on a b**h like I'm throwing free throws Money, b**hes weed and bo is what I get the most So put your cups in the air get ready for the toast The score is more to keep than four hoes [Hook: Kreayshawn, V-Nasty, Roach Gigz] Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four b**hes, I need more b**hes! Four b**hes, I need more b**hes! Four b**hes, I need more b**hes! [Verse 3: Roach Gigz] Yeah, its RG Doper than hardy I get started like car keys My barbie in the bed with dark trees But over here? Its all clear I want Boston, that Paul Pierce All ears? Better listen up One thing I don't? Give a f** You could die down, Ima live it up And I still go dumb, f** your wisdom, bruh Its R-Geezy, I could steal your car easy Life's a game, its parcheesy Hopped out the car now I'm on the bar, Wheezy The pigs was chasing but I'm faster man But the bacon cain't f** with my master plan You half a man You a belly bu*ton Breath full of gin, smell it cousin? [Hook: Kreayshawn, V-Nasty, Roach Gigz] Four blunts, four bottles of gin Four b**hes, I need more b**hes! Four b**hes, I need more b**hes! Four b**hes, I need more b**hes!