Issue No 116 Main Bitches Lyrics

feat. Plies

Yeah, them be the main bitches
Yeah, them be the main bitches
Main bitches, main bitches, main bitches

Now I be damned if I let you broke bitches try to yap on me with that bug
I entertain that shit for a minute or two but I ain't feeling the shit that you talk
Now you ain't paid for these bottles and you ain't paid to get in
So bitch go ahead with them problems if I end up fucking your friend
Now this my VIP and you're a guest, hoe and I don't need that stress, hoe
You got ass and breasts, hoe, but that's a cheap ass dress, though
Save that from them weak niggas, low self, cheap niggas
Ain't 'bout to get your facts straight, I fucks you, I don't sleep with you
And yeah, I took you shopping 'cause you was looking all cheap
And I can't have no raggedy ass bitches hanging with me
'Cause these hoes be acting up and these niggas be letting them
'Cause these niggas be suckers, for me I don't need be sweating

Yeah, them be the main bitches
The ones that don't got shit
You the main ones talking that shit
Nobody got time for that, bitch
Them be the main bitches
The ones who flexing on hard
'Cause you ain't got no grip
'Cause you ain't got no car
They be the main bitches
Yeah, them be the main bitches
Yeah, them be the main bitches
Yeah, them be the main bitches
Lame bitches, turn the lights on

Read my lips, hoe
You ain't got a pot to piss and who wouldn't have thought
Neither you, dog, that's all, all we talk about the naked bitch
The next bitch, well, you ain't got more than next bitch
And hold your weave like a fucking meth, can tell you did your own shit
And all we talk about them red bottles, bitch, you fuck for them red bottles
And keep sleeping on that blow-up mattress
And bitch, you gonna have to back crawl and keep all that head away
And bitch, you gonna have neck crawling
You done fucked a nigga to have a couple those
But you can never get shit from them
You hoes got a lot of nerve talking slick
Especially when the bitch talking slick ain't got shit

Yeah, them be the main bitches
The ones that don't got shit
You the main ones talking that shit
Nobody got time for that, bitch
Them be the main bitches
The ones who flexing on hard
'Cause you ain't got no grip
'Cause you ain't got no car
They be the main bitches
Yeah, them be the main bitches
Yeah, them be the main bitches
Yeah, them be the main bitches
Lame bitches, turn the lights on

Your baby daddy ain't shit
His baby momma ain't either
Both of y'all like to smoke
But can't put that on the reefer
On Instagram you be flexing about
You a bad bitch and you is a keeper
Soaking all that fly shit but you lying to all these people
Stop taking pictures, hoe
Stop taking pictures, hoe
Bitch, where your kids at? They never with you, hoe
All in the club getting broke, where's that gonna get you?
Gonna get you wiped out, won't make you richer, hoe, hoe
And when you look up in the sky do you see hundreds of dollars?
I know you be like, 'I wish I was with that guy but I was a bitch
I should've been way more polite'
Now you outside and we inside
And you got nowhere to stay for the night
Nowhere to stay for the night
Now watch me play for that shit

Yeah, them be the main bitches
The ones that don't got shit
You the main ones talking that shit
Nobody got time for that, bitch
Them be the main bitches
The ones who flexing on hard
'Cause you ain't got no grip
'Cause you ain't got no car
They be the main bitches
Yeah, them be the main bitches
Yeah, them be the main bitches
Yeah, them be the main bitches
Lame bitches, turn the lights on