Johnny Maycash – 2 Bitches Lyrics
Featuring: Rampage
Produced By: Young Chop
(Intro Hook)
Uh you can ride up in my car
People at the bar, she hopped out with a star x2
Yeah, and I smoke on them blunts
We walk in the club, everybody look and stop
Wassup, put ya hands up
This a stick up
Nigga get up
Fuck around, you about to do it up
Do it up, do it up, you ready for whatever
And I shoot you niggas
And what it do, niggas?
You never seen trues my nigga
Cuz she's a mistress, and she miss this
(Hook)
2 bitches, yeah they mistress
They be runnin' through the squad, yeah they wit it
I'm gettin' it
Yeah we livin' it
Flexin' stuntin, everything we do this shit
2 bitches, yeah they mistress
They be runnin' through the squad, yeah they wit it
And they miss it, so we get it
They be runnin' through the squad, we go wild
(Verse 2: Rampage)
Here's your lesson, how's you feelin us
Swag so she pickin', run up in the ford thing
Tell her get in, got her outside
Make her look different
2 bad bitches, and they kissin'
Grab a camera, catch this shit, high-definition
Doin' all this talkin' girl, let me catch them lips then
I like a pretty lipped bitch
She my mistress, a couple visits
And she go about her business
I swear, it's money over bitches
Turnin' these rags to riches
(Hook) x2
Uh you can ride up in my car
People at the bar, she hopped out with a star x2
Yeah, and I smoke on them blunts
We walk in the club, everybody look and stop
Wassup, put ya hands up
This a stick up
Nigga get up
Fuck around, you about to do it up
Do it up, do it up, you ready for whatever
And I shoot you niggas
And what it do, niggas?
You never seen trues my nigga
Cuz she's a mistress, and she miss this
(Hook)
2 bitches, yeah they mistress
They be runnin' through the squad, yeah they wit it
I'm gettin' it
Yeah we livin' it
Flexin' stuntin, everything we do this shit
2 bitches, yeah they mistress
They be runnin' through the squad, yeah they wit it
And they miss it, so we get it
They be runnin' through the squad, we go wild
(Verse 2: Rampage)
Here's your lesson, how's you feelin us
Swag so she pickin', run up in the ford thing
Tell her get in, got her outside
Make her look different
2 bad bitches, and they kissin'
Grab a camera, catch this shit, high-definition
Doin' all this talkin' girl, let me catch them lips then
I like a pretty lipped bitch
She my mistress, a couple visits
And she go about her business
I swear, it's money over bitches
Turnin' these rags to riches
(Hook) x2
