My Bitch - A-Wax

If you was my bitch

You wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage

Wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something I could ride with

And I wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side bitch

Pull up with you in the cockpit

They ain’t gotta know it’s my shit

I blaze up she rolls all the dro

She waits til I open the door

Don’t care who she know from before

With me she a whole 'nother hoe

Tryna tell you that’s my bitch

Ya that’s my bitch

If you were my bitch

You’d be curving all the lames

Even if you heard a couple things

Bout me being with a side bitch

You woulda wanna heal the pain

or deserve it all the same

Put your pride to the side bitch

Doesn’t matter who’s to blame

Luckily you ain’t meet me using caine

Mighta been a homicide bitch

You would have to clean the stains

Help me with the body I’m insane

I’ma take it on a ride bitch

Bend a couple corners with the corpse

Wake up in the morning no remorse

I can’t wait to hear you moaning in that voice

Smoking backwood blunts with a kinda

I be caught up in the moment when it’s moist

Think about it rolling in the porsche

Buckle up and hold on to the doors

If we see the ops I’ma have us blowing like a torch

Hit him and his homie on the porch

Have you in the drop with the drops making drops

All that financial stress we can make it all stop

This can be the way I rock, put em in a pine box

If somebody turn rat and decide to call cops

If you were my bitch you’d be used to riding round

In a 100 odd whips with 100 odd pounds

While I’m toting big guns with 100 large rounds

Because all my hitters bout 100 large round

And I’m really from the streets

Really from the East

Me and you together girl really we could eat

Pushin' off blow quarter milli in a week

We’d be plotting off the next go killing on the beach

If only you were mine

Wouldn’t have to be with the homies on the streets getting money all the time

If I show you how to grind

Would you do it with me or just want to be at home feeling lonely all the time

If you was my bitch

You wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage

Wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something I could ride with

And I wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side bitch

Pull up with you in the cockpit

They ain’t gotta know it’s my shit

I blaze up she rolls all the dro

She waits til I open the door

Don’t care who she know from before

With me she a whole 'nother hoe

Tryna tell you that’s my bitch

Ya that’s my bitch

Bet if you were mine

You wouldn’t have to be bad only that I’d have to compliment you all the time

Cops getting at you every corner that you turn

But you wouldn’t stop long enough to give him one a time

Guess if you were mine

Bitch you aughta be

Take you out the slums show you shit you aught to see

As long as you can get it with a pistol on the seat

Put it in your purse when people wanna creep

If it’s just an enemy lift him off his feet

Trippin' off the money, money trippin' off of beef

I just made some money off a pigeon, hella keys

We ain’t doing nothing if the bitch is not a freak

When she with you she wanna see another movie

When it’s me I put the pussy with a finger in the booty

When she with you she be thinkin'

When it’s me she do the dishes while I’m cleaning up her uzi

If that’s my bitch put your head under the dirt fool

Like a motherfuckin' ostrich

Tell you that I got this

Let 'em say another word to her

Bullet hit 'em like a dropkick

Pull up on the block with

Bunch of guns for the watches

Tell them pick one like a locksmith

On some get the ops shit

Ya’ll ain’t' even got no bodies

Far as I know I ain’t shit

If you was my bitch

You wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage

Wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something I could ride with

And I wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side bitch

Pull up with you in the cockpit

They ain’t gotta know it’s my shit

I blaze up she rolls all the dro

She waits til I open the door

Don’t care who she know from before

With me she a whole 'nother hoe

Tryna tell you that’s my bitch

Ya that’s my bitch

If you was my bitch

You wouldn’t be sitting there at home now feeling like a hostage

Wouldn’t be sitting alone give me something I could ride with

And I wouldn’t even be a little mad if you turn up on my side bitch

Pull up with you in the cockpit

They ain’t gotta know it’s my shit

I blaze up she rolls all the dro

She waits til I open the door

Don’t care who she know from before

With me she a whole 'nother hoe

Tryna tell you that’s my bitch

Ya that’s my bitch

If you were my bitch you’d be used to riding round

In a 100 odd whips with 100 odd pounds

While I’m toting big guns with 100 large rounds

Because all my hitters about 100 large now

If you were my bitch you’d be used to riding round

In a 100 odd whips with 100 odd pounds

While I’m toting big guns with 100 large rounds

Because all my hitters about 100 large now

Tryna tell you that’s my bitch