Lyrics
Bitch, this that shit talker' Before I set a hoe up, I'ma turn into a bitch
Stalker' My current nigga, he a hit caller
And he know that I'm a dog, mark my spot, now he got hickeys on him
These bitches can't fuck with me I got mo M's, then the niggas in my city
Ain't with all that talkin' when you see me get up wit me
It's a light day and in my bag I got a 50 one nigga got them bows, but my
Main one he be whippin' Real name Raven, and I'm worth a million chickens
Mainly by myself, cause I don't get along with bitches
I can't show you what I'm on, cause you potentially a witness
Yeah, I got a type, and it ain't the ones that fight
I'ma get these titties sucked, pussy ate tonight
Pussy ass nigga, it ain't sweet, you a rat I can't speak on what had happened, but
I heard that he got splat Bitch, this that shit Talker
Before I set a hoe up, I'ma turn into a bitch stalker
My current nigga, he a hit, caller' And he know that I'm a dog, mark my spot
Now he got hickeys on him Bitch, this that shit Talker
Before I set a hoe up, I'ma turn into a bitch stalker
My current nigga, he a hit, caller' And he know that I'm a dog, mark my spot
Now he got hickeys on him
Ima dog hoe