CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Might Not Like It
(You can ask Bigg Cuz)
Yeah
Hoes might not like it, but I bet they nigga love it (Mmm)
Wanna lick it, wanna taste it, wanna suck it
Hoes might not like it, but I bet they nigga love it
They tryna build homes with the niggas I be ducking
I ain't sweating no nigga, I can get 'em by the dozen
Hoes steady be like, "Friend," but be on the 'Gram subbing
I ain't with all of that talking, I can get a bitch slapped down
Hoes screaming they don't like me, see 'em running in a pack now
Ayy, hoes hit the follow, now they think they know my background
Instead of asking who I'm f*cking, ask your nigga wherе he at now
And I hear a lot of capping from the back row, flеxing from the flat broke
Whole lot of noise from hoes ain't seen a hundred bands close
Hoes couldn't see me even magnify glass close
And no I ain't Doja, but they still do what I say so (Look, ayy)
I got niggas texting back to back, ain't even put no p*ssy on 'em
Bitches on a fake page mad I took they nigga from 'em
I ain't hard to find, why they acting like they looking for me?
If they wanna trip, I hope the bitch can pay to book it for me
So unbothered, got hoes bothered
Tell 'em go'n and hang that shit up, next caller
Ayy, the most hate from hoes looking for they next dollar
Doing big shit, hoes' moves much smaller
Ayy, ayy, I just f*ck with him for money, you f*ck with him tryna marry
Me and them is not the same, wish they stop all that comparing
You be sad behind a ho (I wish the f*ck I would)
All on Twitter in your feelings, looking bad behind a ho
No, not me, that ain't P
I don't nothing else, I'ma keep shit G
Block hoes, they no call ID
That's how you know the p*ssy is G-U-D
Bitches swear they did it first, it's looking like a repeat
f*ck I look like arguing with a ho that wanna be me?
They been looking lost without me, these bitches need me
The way they in my business, you would think they my employees
Find you something to do
It's been like seven years since I seen a check stub
They ain't even do me dirty and still got me messed up
A bitch never checked me or came at me messed up
Shit ain't working out, I guess they tryna get they reps up
All in the mirror like, "Damn, I wanna f*ck her"
I'd shoot the club up and wouldn't use a rubber
Bitch, you either like me or don't, if you 'bout it, make it known
And since they quiet, this can't be what bitches want, for real
Hoes might not like it, but I bet they niggas love it, love it
Wanna touch it
Wanna take it shopping, wanna leave it roses
Yeah
He wanna touch it, wanna taste it, wanna own it
Ayy
He wanna touch it, wanna taste it, wanna own it
Yeah
Hoes might not like it, but I bet they nigga love it (Mmm)
Wanna lick it, wanna taste it, wanna suck it
Hoes might not like it, but I bet they nigga love it
They tryna build homes with the niggas I be ducking
I ain't sweating no nigga, I can get 'em by the dozen
Hoes steady be like, "Friend," but be on the 'Gram subbing
I ain't with all of that talking, I can get a bitch slapped down
Hoes screaming they don't like me, see 'em running in a pack now
Ayy, hoes hit the follow, now they think they know my background
Instead of asking who I'm f*cking, ask your nigga wherе he at now
And I hear a lot of capping from the back row, flеxing from the flat broke
Whole lot of noise from hoes ain't seen a hundred bands close
Hoes couldn't see me even magnify glass close
And no I ain't Doja, but they still do what I say so (Look, ayy)
I got niggas texting back to back, ain't even put no p*ssy on 'em
Bitches on a fake page mad I took they nigga from 'em
I ain't hard to find, why they acting like they looking for me?
If they wanna trip, I hope the bitch can pay to book it for me
So unbothered, got hoes bothered
Tell 'em go'n and hang that shit up, next caller
Ayy, the most hate from hoes looking for they next dollar
Doing big shit, hoes' moves much smaller
Ayy, ayy, I just f*ck with him for money, you f*ck with him tryna marry
Me and them is not the same, wish they stop all that comparing
You be sad behind a ho (I wish the f*ck I would)
All on Twitter in your feelings, looking bad behind a ho
No, not me, that ain't P
I don't nothing else, I'ma keep shit G
Block hoes, they no call ID
That's how you know the p*ssy is G-U-D
Bitches swear they did it first, it's looking like a repeat
f*ck I look like arguing with a ho that wanna be me?
They been looking lost without me, these bitches need me
The way they in my business, you would think they my employees
Find you something to do
It's been like seven years since I seen a check stub
They ain't even do me dirty and still got me messed up
A bitch never checked me or came at me messed up
Shit ain't working out, I guess they tryna get they reps up
All in the mirror like, "Damn, I wanna f*ck her"
I'd shoot the club up and wouldn't use a rubber
Bitch, you either like me or don't, if you 'bout it, make it known
And since they quiet, this can't be what bitches want, for real
Hoes might not like it, but I bet they niggas love it, love it
Wanna touch it
Wanna take it shopping, wanna leave it roses
Yeah
He wanna touch it, wanna taste it, wanna own it
Ayy
He wanna touch it, wanna taste it, wanna own it
