Regg - My b**hes lyrics

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Regg - My b**hes lyrics

[Bridge] We so down I make sure the earth feel us This a life sentence, so how they gon k** us? And the hate that they dish out is just what we needed Cause hate is only hunger, thats why I never feed it [Verse 1] Novocaine Bad chick on her handstand Bad chick give me lap dance Bad chick get my head sprung Bad chick let me tap that Bad chick let me grab that That that But my chick home laughin Askin if we was together Would I have the same attraction? Stop laughing, why you so immature? She insecure, and im to blame My lust for hoes got on her toes On her toes, I lace her with what she want, want Don't tempt me, I'll do anything for you to accept me But don't sweat me, just make my dreams come true and then regret me, please [Hook-Kirk Hill] Now lets get throwed x4 [Verse 2] I guess its just business business But hol' up lil mama mama This money for your time your time So hold off on drama drama See I know you want me But still I throw up this cash Cause no amount of swag can pay the bills that you have So you keep swaying and pacin' I keep on paying and contemplatin' On taking you down down While the music still playin' playin' I see you around, when our session is over With them other cats pushin hummers, rari's and rovers I guess the cash is all you need I guess my pa** is all but please I guess your past is all but breeze I guess that's why now im on my knees And I'm screaming Lord And I'm screaming Lord How do you really want me? Is it lust that you on me? Or just love in a moment? [Hook] [Verse 3] Whippin off in that ghost I'm gone Poppin' bottles lets toast Live long I don't even sip But, temptation is strong Tellin' cats you love them You know you wrong It's like, hoes will be hoes And dogs will dig in their placement My addiction is fame, and by that I be faded And I feel like what's keeping me grounded, is the fact that you hate it Your flesh is so tempting, but your s** is so jaded Tell me, what your addiction, is it d** babe? Or the hustling? Or the rustling, when you rush your clothes on when they busting in Her parents then? The adrenaline, stars rushing in The cuttin' skin, you start cuttin' them Is it murder then? Is that the cost for you to love me back? Hold on, hold my pen

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