Down Ass Bitch (Urban Story) [On Hold]

Intro

Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you bounce from

Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin

There'll be no tellin, snitches get it back

Those gats to your backs for my boy

What part of the game is that, huh?

Niggas and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact

My fame's in tact so cops won't know what it's hittin for

Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for

'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde

It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental

I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor?

What they know about, extreme meausures I'm a ride with you

And my baby three-eighty at my side

And we lock the town, I'm as down as any thug

My love, they gotta take us in blood.