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Blac Youngsta - Trench Bitch lyrics

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Trench Bitch by Blac Youngsta


[Intro]
Banger
[Verse 1: Blac Youngsta]
I put my life on the line, I’ma break up with you, ho (It’s over)
You been disrespectful, hope the crazy house come get you, ho
Pistol by the dresser, ’cause I’m sleepin’ by my pistol, ho
I don’t turn to [?], when you speakin’ on my b**ches, ho
I can’t put my b**ch before my bro, ’cause my bro that’s my bro
But my bro he gotta know, then he can’t disrespect my ho
She ain’t just no any ho, she some like my mind ho
Even though, she my side-b**ch, I buy her Range Rover
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Trench b**ch, she don’t give a f**k about rich b**ch
And I keep my pistol in her purse, ’cause I can’t risk it
Trench b**ch, she don’t wanna f**k, I ain’t gon’ kiss it
And she gave me all her niggas drugs, knowin’ it’s his sh*t
Trench b**ch, she been gettin’ money, she a trick, trick
And she get to swipin’ with her friend, that’s how they get sh*t
Trench b**ch, she can’t hold a secret, showin’ my dick pick
My skinny b**ch had took it, so I sent it to my thick b**ch
[Verse 2: Blac Youngsta]
She might stand up to them pussy niggas, but she go down for me
‘Member days I did my work outside, she wouldn’t vouch for me
She might cut her wrist off when she p**sed off, ‘fore she cancel me
I was on [?] with my dick out ‘fore I found the beat
Hard body flow, I might send my b**ch to bless the streets
I know my lil’ b**ch in the hood, she still wish she was next to me
Said she loved in me for real, but she ended up textin’ me
She got a new booty, sh*t ain’t work, she wish the best for me
I got a new b**ch, I like her for real, she like baguettes to me
She might slime you out, and she ain’t worried ’bout no b**ch textin’ me
b**ch, I’m from the south and you ain’t got worry ’bout no nigga testin’ me
Told my mama “Whenever I pass, make sure my b**ch next to me”
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Trench b**ch, she don’t give a f**k about rich b**ch
And I keep my pistol in her purse, ’cause I can’t risk it
Trench b**ch, she don’t wanna f**k, I ain’t gon’ kiss it
And she gave me all her niggas drugs, knowin’ it’s his sh*t
Trench b**ch, she been gettin’ money, she a trick, trick
And she get to swipin’ with her friend, that’s how they get sh*t
Trench b**ch, she can’t hold a secret, showin’ my dick pick
My skinny b**ch had took it, so I sent it to my thick b**ch
[Outro]
Yeah, she don’t give no f**k about no rich nigga, yeah
They gon’ spend some dollars ‘fore they get wood, yeah
They gon’ buy some bottles ‘fore they sit wood, yeah
I’m gon’ pop my collar like a pimp, nigga, yeah
They gon’ get some for they what? Yeah
They gon’ get some for they face
I’ma pimp my collar like a pimp, nigga
I’ma pimp my



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