Rick Ross - My b**h lyrics

My b**h, your b**h [Verse 1] My b**h got the tendency to put it on the scale Your b**h got the tendency to run and check the mail My b**h kind of pretty and her swag is super-mean Your b**h kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans My b**h on the come-up while your b**h is going broke Your b**h, she ain't laughing, but my b**h thinks it's a joke Your b**h like to s** a n***a up until she choke My b**h more sophisticated cause she like to smoke My girl finished high school and she got her a degree Your b**h trying hard so she could get her GED See, my b**h got that attitude to f** a n***a right Your b**h just ain't full of you, she just might be a dyke See, my b**h is imported - she came from overseas Your b**h is a hood b**h you can find up in these streets And your b**h is the type of b**h that n***as call a ho And my b**h is the type of b**h that's all about that dough I'm talking about.. [Hook] My b**h, your b**h [Verse 2] My b**h like to get it in, we be counting guap Your b**h looking messy like she smoking rocks My b**h she be elegant, she be turning heads Your b**h, she ugly, I kick her out the bed My b**h likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee Your b**h likely tricking off and bruising up her knees Your b**h dumb as hell, I think she did it all for free! My b**h roll the kush: we smoking Japanese My b**h: she educated, walking college grounds Your b**h selling bootlegs down at the underground My b**h a lady but a freak up in the sheets Your b**h f** us up: every n***a that she meet My b**h hustle hard and hold a n***a down Your b**h s** a dick while another n***a pounds My b**h is the type of b**h that n***as wanna cuff But she only f** with boss n***as - lames, you outta luck I'm talking about.. [Hook] My b**h, your b**h [Verse 3] My b**h is the type of b**h that n***as wanna do It's your own fault s**as so don't get that sh** confused And your b**h is the type of b**h who really wanna lose Ghetto with an attitude: I really don't approve See, my b**h is the type of b**h that gotta keep it real If that b**h don't like you, she gonna tell you how she feel Your b**h is the type of b**h that's gonna do you bad Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad See, my b**h only like me cause she know I'm from the South She like the way I talk and the words come out my mouth Your b**h only like you cause she thinks you getting paid I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case My b**h is the type of b**h that's gonna hold me down She ain't ever trippin when a n***a ain't around Your b**h is the type of b**h that's blowing up your phone Whining and complaining about when you coming home I'm talking about.. [Hook] My b**h, your b**h This has been a public service announcement