I Put That On Your Baby Daddy Throat Lyrics

Presenting I Put That On Your Baby Daddy Throat Lyrics Sung by Ms Banks from the album Hood B*tch.

Song	Hood B*tch ( I Put That On Your Baby Daddy Throat )
Artist	Ms Banks
Album	Hood B*tch

I Put That On Your Baby Daddy Throat Lyrics

Baddest bitch you’ve ever seen thus far
When we pull up in the car
Every time your nigga see us
Out he be like “Rah”
Uh, you ain’t seen nothing
Like this before
In the Merc 3-door
Boss bitch galore

Sauce dripping on the floor
And I keep it raw
Talking like they want more
But they’re keeping score
Still I’m winning
Tight pussy I’m gripping
Baby I’m never tripping
Rolling in Gucci linen

I get the bag, I get the bag,
I get it done
Still they’re talking shit
Fam I’ll get you bun
Coming from the South
Side of the slum
Ay, bodybag, bodybag

Yeah I’m killing shit
Baddest in the bits
With the clique make a nigga sick
Why you on my dick?
I mean you want my clit
like you want a hit
Why you talking slick?
You ain’t with the shits

He’s so obsessed man
I’ve got him in his feelings for real
Said I’m a snack but he tryna eat
The cake like a meal
Labels on me like designers
Tryna sign me a deal
How you want a housewife
When you ain’t paying the bills?

Just a hood bitch
Coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch
Coming from the, ay
And you know I’m ratchet
(And you know dat)
I don’t never have it
(And you know dat)

I’ll be there anytime it starts off
Why you moving like
You’re ’bout it?
Little bitch, park off
Now I’m on a grown ting
But you know what it is
Have your jaw rocking like
You want this?

I’m a six foot bitch, I do it big
I don’t ever bring no nigga to the crib
Don’t holler at the kid
When you ain’t doing nothing
For your kids

You a pussy and you moving mushy
(Moving mushy)
Acting like it’s kushtie
Little nigga don’t push me
You a fraud and a crook
(And a crook)
Don’t try take me for no mook boy

Yeah, I’m really with the shits boy
And you know I’m doing bits boy
Playing with me, I ain’t no toy
I don’t need dick
I’ve got my own toy

Everybody mad..
Everybody mad..

Just a hood bitch
Coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch
Coming from the, ay

And you know I’m ratchet
(And you know that)
I don’t never have it
(And you know that)

Every day I’m making profit
Never taking losses
Bitch who you think
you fucking crossing?
I’m a problem (Who?)
We can get the block rocking,
Block popping
But I’m busy getting money
Who the fucking you calling honey
When you bummy?

Did you pay for the honey?
I don’t know man
Fuck these niggas
That’s the programme
He tryna fuck me to some slow jams
I just need a hundred more grands

Baddest bitch you’ve ever seen thus far
When we pull up in the car
Every time your nigga see us
Out he be like “Rah”
Uh, you ain’t seen
Nothing like this before
In the Merc 3-door

Baddest bitch you’ve ever seen thus far
When we pull up in the car
Every time your nigga see us
Out he be like “Rah”
You ain’t seen nothing
like this before
In the Merc 3-door
Boss bitch galore

Just a hood bitch
Coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch
Coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch
Coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch
Coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch
Coming from the hood, bitch
Just a hood bitch, coming from the

And you know I’m ratchet
(And you know dat)
I don’t never have it
(And you know dat)

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