Fuck These Bitches Prod. Nate Rhoads by Trouble trouble Lyrics
[Verse 1]
All your friends, they be hating on us
They just mad they don’t got what we got
But do they even know who you are
They don't even know who you are
They tell you, I’m no good for you
They tell you, you don't need me too
These bitches be shady on the low
At least that’s what you told me on the phone
[Chorus]
Fuck these bitches
I don’t ever wanna have to fuck these bitches
This a real house I stay about my business
I don’t wanna hear you talk about my missus
About my missus
[Verse 2]
I was thinkin bout you on the highway
I wanna usher you in and do you my way
Tell your friends you can't come out cause you at my place
Burn them bitches while we burnin by the fireplace
They’ll prolly say they saw me on the weekend
They’ll prolly say they saw me with a freak ting
You hit me on the celly with the quickness
We laughed about this shit, you don't believe them
[Chorus]
Fuck these bitches
I don’t ever wanna have to fuck these bitches
This a real house I stay about my business
I don’t wanna hear you talk about my missus
About my missus
[Verse 3]
Damn my lil baddie, have you seen her
She so bad, that she’ll fuck your self-esteem up
Girl don't listen to that Britney or Katrina
They just mad, and they just tryna fuck the team up
Why they always worried bout we do
Girl they scheming, they just want me to leave you
But then I’d have to settle for these bitches
But that could never happen, they beneath you
[Chorus]
Fuck these bitches
I don’t ever wanna have to fuck these bitches
This a real house, I stay bout my business
I don’t wanna hear you talk about my missus
About my missus
[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(It’s just me and you)
(Yeah)
(All your friends be hating on us)
(They just mad they don’t got what we got)
(But do they even know who you are)
(They don't even know who you are)
All your friends, they be hating on us
They just mad they don’t got what we got
But do they even know who you are
They don't even know who you are
They tell you, I’m no good for you
They tell you, you don't need me too
These bitches be shady on the low
At least that’s what you told me on the phone
[Chorus]
Fuck these bitches
I don’t ever wanna have to fuck these bitches
This a real house I stay about my business
I don’t wanna hear you talk about my missus
About my missus
[Verse 2]
I was thinkin bout you on the highway
I wanna usher you in and do you my way
Tell your friends you can't come out cause you at my place
Burn them bitches while we burnin by the fireplace
They’ll prolly say they saw me on the weekend
They’ll prolly say they saw me with a freak ting
You hit me on the celly with the quickness
We laughed about this shit, you don't believe them
[Chorus]
Fuck these bitches
I don’t ever wanna have to fuck these bitches
This a real house I stay about my business
I don’t wanna hear you talk about my missus
About my missus
[Verse 3]
Damn my lil baddie, have you seen her
She so bad, that she’ll fuck your self-esteem up
Girl don't listen to that Britney or Katrina
They just mad, and they just tryna fuck the team up
Why they always worried bout we do
Girl they scheming, they just want me to leave you
But then I’d have to settle for these bitches
But that could never happen, they beneath you
[Chorus]
Fuck these bitches
I don’t ever wanna have to fuck these bitches
This a real house, I stay bout my business
I don’t wanna hear you talk about my missus
About my missus
[Outro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(It’s just me and you)
(Yeah)
(All your friends be hating on us)
(They just mad they don’t got what we got)
(But do they even know who you are)
(They don't even know who you are)