My Bitch - Tom The Mail Man

Ay, my bitch so fucked up

Who you texting?

Bitch you out, like I won’t go and fuck on your best friend

She would take the dick, ain’t no question

I’m a pretty nigga, she know I give out blessings, respect him

It’s like, ay, my bitch so fucked up

Staring her face on my momma is fuck blood

Just because we fucked don’t get it fucked up

I’m in my back, hoe

Even if I trust another bitch I couldn’t trust her

I’m in my back, hoe

And I don’t care if you say I’m a asshole

Run it up, got the money to the mad hoe

If I fuck with you I would be all bad bro

I’m tryna bring the stash home

Ay, bad bitch, she can fuck but she still can’t cook

Get the camera out her face, she don’t read no book

I can’t bring her out in public, she a stupid hoe

But she still ride a dick, make me stupid, oh

My bitch so fucked up

Who you texting?

We was down bad, I ain’t mad that we’re flexing

How the fuck is loyalty a question

If I give I expect it

Bitch, dance on these hoes, keep my foot on they neck

If you get that money then they give you respect, ay

Dance on these hoes, keep my foot on they neck

If you get that money then they give you respect, ay

Ay, my bitch so fucked up

Never trust her, we ain’t lust

I’mma fuck her like it’s fuck her

My bitch so fucked up

Never trust her, I’mma fuck her

Like it’s fuck her