CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Okay Bitch
B*t*h!
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Okay B*t*h!
Hol' up, hol' up
Lil' scary, lil' ugly, lil' stank a** b*t*h
Okay B*t*h!
Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it
Okay B*t*h!
LightSkinKeisha ain't bout that life
Hoe, I got a gun, you brought a motherf**kin' knife
Said you wanna fight, I'll make you fight for your life
Money on your head, tell your people guess a price
Lil' bitty b*t*h, sit down, get back
Before you get wacked
Push your sh*t back, a** get tapped
Put you in a bag, all facts, no cap
Hol' up
Yo' name don't hold no weight, you ain't beatin' no case
Hoe, you fake, f**k you say?
You can't even scrap
If I run down, b*t*h, I bet you a rat
Lame a** b*t*h don't get no dap, all in the club partner ain't got the strap
Everything I do, swear these hoes try to jack
Weak a** pu**y a**, the hoe need a pap
Y'all lame a** hoes can't f**k with me, my pu**y fatter than the b*t*h with a double D
I got the Glock on me, if a b*t*h want smoke bring it to her door, thicker than super D
Keep a Glock on me, so we can scale a G
Rich Gang, I don't bang, that's a family
I got B with me and he at your dome
Got a problem, I'll bring that sh*t to your home
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
(Lil' hoe, you ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t)
Okay B*t*h!
Tokyo, b*t*h, you pretending?
Gotta watch them hoes they be too friendly
Why they trying so hard to befriend me?
These b*t*hes really be the enemy
Don't you know that I see through all that fake sh*t?
You was sleep first, now I make sure you wake, b*t*h
My life is a movie, press play, b*t*h
I'm running this sh*t, my shoe's laced, b*t*h
I do what I want just because I can
You'll never catch me flexing for the gram
If we is not cool, I won't shake your hand
Tokyo, b*t*h, I don't want your man
If I did, I could have him, you understand?
I heard that he might be my biggest fan
All of these n***as, they want a chance
But f**k all these n***as, ain't give a damn
I ain't worried 'bout none of these n***as cause most of these n***as be talkin' like b*t*hes
Kissin' and tellin' is a form of snitchin'
Thought he had a chance, baby you could forget it
Make sure I get the head first then I'm dippin'
Now he blowin' me up, n***as be trippin'
That n***a talkin to me, are you kiddin'
I'm good on you n***as, do you get the picture?
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
Tokyo: B*t*h, hol' on, lemme call this hoe, this hoe playin' with me like I'm scary b*t*h. It ain't no hoe in me. F**k good with her? It's like I'm a hoe or somethin'
Keisha: Hello?
Tokyo: Hello
Keisha: What's up? Who dis?
Tokyo: I'm sayin', b*t*h you know who this is, you was talkin' all that sh*t on Instagram
Keisha: Ohh, this that scary a** hoe, Tokyo
Tokyo: Bi- Scary!? B*t*h, I ain't neva been scary
Keisha: Okay, well keep that same energy when I drop the moherf**kin' location
Tokyo: Alright, drop the location and when I pull up and bat the p*ss out you, b*t*h, I'mma be wrong
Keisha: Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't be surprised when you pull up and yo' n***a over here too. Okay, b*t*h?
Tokyo: I ain't neva been shy of a surprise, b*t*h, Christmas my favorite motherf**kin' holiday
Keisha: Well, ho', ho', ho', b*t*h
Tokyo: Bye, hoe!
Keisha: Bye, the f**k!
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Okay B*t*h!
Hol' up, hol' up
Lil' scary, lil' ugly, lil' stank a** b*t*h
Okay B*t*h!
Hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it, hit 'em with it
Okay B*t*h!
LightSkinKeisha ain't bout that life
Hoe, I got a gun, you brought a motherf**kin' knife
Said you wanna fight, I'll make you fight for your life
Money on your head, tell your people guess a price
Lil' bitty b*t*h, sit down, get back
Before you get wacked
Push your sh*t back, a** get tapped
Put you in a bag, all facts, no cap
Hol' up
Yo' name don't hold no weight, you ain't beatin' no case
Hoe, you fake, f**k you say?
You can't even scrap
If I run down, b*t*h, I bet you a rat
Lame a** b*t*h don't get no dap, all in the club partner ain't got the strap
Everything I do, swear these hoes try to jack
Weak a** pu**y a**, the hoe need a pap
Y'all lame a** hoes can't f**k with me, my pu**y fatter than the b*t*h with a double D
I got the Glock on me, if a b*t*h want smoke bring it to her door, thicker than super D
Keep a Glock on me, so we can scale a G
Rich Gang, I don't bang, that's a family
I got B with me and he at your dome
Got a problem, I'll bring that sh*t to your home
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
(Lil' hoe, you ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t)
Okay B*t*h!
Tokyo, b*t*h, you pretending?
Gotta watch them hoes they be too friendly
Why they trying so hard to befriend me?
These b*t*hes really be the enemy
Don't you know that I see through all that fake sh*t?
You was sleep first, now I make sure you wake, b*t*h
My life is a movie, press play, b*t*h
I'm running this sh*t, my shoe's laced, b*t*h
I do what I want just because I can
You'll never catch me flexing for the gram
If we is not cool, I won't shake your hand
Tokyo, b*t*h, I don't want your man
If I did, I could have him, you understand?
I heard that he might be my biggest fan
All of these n***as, they want a chance
But f**k all these n***as, ain't give a damn
I ain't worried 'bout none of these n***as cause most of these n***as be talkin' like b*t*hes
Kissin' and tellin' is a form of snitchin'
Thought he had a chance, baby you could forget it
Make sure I get the head first then I'm dippin'
Now he blowin' me up, n***as be trippin'
That n***a talkin to me, are you kiddin'
I'm good on you n***as, do you get the picture?
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
Okay B*t*h!
Tokyo: B*t*h, hol' on, lemme call this hoe, this hoe playin' with me like I'm scary b*t*h. It ain't no hoe in me. F**k good with her? It's like I'm a hoe or somethin'
Keisha: Hello?
Tokyo: Hello
Keisha: What's up? Who dis?
Tokyo: I'm sayin', b*t*h you know who this is, you was talkin' all that sh*t on Instagram
Keisha: Ohh, this that scary a** hoe, Tokyo
Tokyo: Bi- Scary!? B*t*h, I ain't neva been scary
Keisha: Okay, well keep that same energy when I drop the moherf**kin' location
Tokyo: Alright, drop the location and when I pull up and bat the p*ss out you, b*t*h, I'mma be wrong
Keisha: Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't be surprised when you pull up and yo' n***a over here too. Okay, b*t*h?
Tokyo: I ain't neva been shy of a surprise, b*t*h, Christmas my favorite motherf**kin' holiday
Keisha: Well, ho', ho', ho', b*t*h
Tokyo: Bye, hoe!
Keisha: Bye, the f**k!
