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What kind of bitch do you want
A bitch thats right by your side
What kind of bitch do you need
A bitch thats ready to ride
What kind of bitch do you want
A bitch thats packin
What kind of bitch do you need
A bitch thats ready to go
Hanging out in the club and we keeping our mugs
Grilled out, thugged out and we full of them buds
I step away just for a second and my nigga got anna
Here I come crowning bitches, bustin heads over counters
Its going down (man what), when its on then its on
A couple of bruises and some scratches I can fix when Im home
They done fucked up, I done made my way to the parking lot
And soon a nigga hit the door they going deaf by my shots
Cause Imma shoot up the club, you bitches better run
Let my nigga go before I give you some
Its gon be some shit, a ho is bout to click
I shoot to kill, Im aiming for your dick
An ex-con on the run, so Im totin the gun
A down bitch bout the biz always get the job done
When you wrong, ho you wrong
Aint no way you can hide
Im gettin strapped up wit the fo-fives like Bonnie and Clyde
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What kind of bitch do you want
A bitch thats right by your side
What kind of bitch do you need
A bitch thats ready to ride
What kind of bitch do you want
A bitch thats packin
What kind of bitch do you need
A bitch thats ready to go
When we be sleepin, we be sleepin wit our backs to our backs
We got one leg on the land and got our hands on our straps
Im like the bone to your spine, Im like the clip to your nine
Im like the thoughts in your mind, Im like the face on your dime
When you was locked up in the pen, had you straight on dat weed
You sold more dope behind the bars than you did on the streets
A bitch be talking shit aint no need in you fightin it ho
That ho was strappin out the frame and you know that for sho
You disrespected my nigga, that mean you fuck wit my pimpin
Fiddin to kick you dead in your face and give a mean ass whippin
I aint got no problem wit you niggas choosin drop off your cheese
Ill set you up and have my nigga draped in all your jewelry
We hittin the block, we riding hot and Im driving the car
He on parole, I got the gun and dough, Im taking the charge
We gotta bust fuckin bank, fore our dayll go right
I love this nigga we together for the rest of our life (for real)
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What kind of bitch do you want
A bitch thats right by your side
What kind of bitch do you need
A bitch thats ready to ride
What kind of bitch do you want
A bitch thats packin
What kind of bitch do you need
A bitch thats ready to go
[ What Kinda Bitch Do You Want Lyrics ]