Lachat - What Kinda b**h Do You Want lyrics

What kind of b**h do you want A b**h that's right by your side What kind of b**h do you need A b**h that's ready to ride What kind of b**h do you want A b**h that's packin What kind of b**h do you need A b**h that's ready to go Hanging out in the club and we keeping our mugs Grilled out, thugged out and we full of them buds I step away just for a second and my n***a got anna Here I come crowning b**hes, bustin heads over counters It's going down (man what), when it's on then it's on A couple of bruises and some scratches I can fix when I'm home They done f**ed up, I done made my way to the parking lot And soon a n***a hit the door they going deaf by my shots Cause I'mma shoot up the club, you b**hes better run Let my n***a go before I give you some It's gon be some sh**, a ho is bout to click I shoot to k**, I'm aiming for your dick An ex-con on the run, so I'm totin the gun A down b**h bout the biz always get the job done When you wrong, ho you wrong Ain't no way you can hide I'm gettin strapped up wit the fo-five's like Bonnie and Clyde (repeat 2x) What kind of b**h do you want A b**h that's right by your side What kind of b**h do you need A b**h that's ready to ride What kind of b**h do you want A b**h that's packin What kind of b**h do you need A b**h that's ready to go When we be sleepin, we be sleepin wit our backs to our backs We got one leg on the land and got our hands on our straps I'm like the bone to your spine, I'm like the clip to your nine I'm like the thoughts in your mind, I'm like the face on your dime When you was locked up in the pen, had you straight on dat weed You sold more dope behind the bars than you did on the streets A b**h be talking sh** ain't no need in you fightin it ho That ho was strappin out the frame and you know that for sho You disrespected my n***a, that mean you f** wit my pimpin Fiddin to kick you dead in your face and give a mean a** whippin I ain't got no problem wit you n***as choosin drop off your cheese I'll set you up and have my n***a draped in all your j**elry We hittin the block, we riding hot and I'm driving the car He on parole, I got the gun and dough, I'm taking the charge We gotta bust f**in bank, 'fore our day'll go right I love this n***a we together for the rest of our life (for real)