Young Thug - b**hes lyrics

[Intro: Rich Homie Quan] Yeah (What?!) Rich…Homie…Quan (Thugga. What?! What?!) [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)] My car goes faster than yours lil' n***a damn right I know it (SWOO!) My b**h she badder than yours hell yea young n***a I know it (Main b**h) My clique gon' f**, she f** you up, yea n***a I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!) Yo baby momma get f**ed by me, my n***a I know it But I like (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) whoa (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) whoa (b**hes) (b**hes) What you like? (b**hes) I like (b**hes) I f** (b**hes) I can't trust these (b**hes) [Verse 1: Young Thug] b**h a** hoes Every thing a n***a say should be quoted Get between the lines like a Roly Poly Rich Homie Quan attracted the green like he's molded [Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan] Got a hunna thou in the top room, n***a I ain't playing bout money no more Say she wanna feature, what's ya budget? My n***a I'm on, say you want a feature where yo bread (Whoo) [?] MC Hammer can't touch 'em (can't touch 'em) (can't touch 'em) Catch a n***a sleepin' in the porta-potty and Run up on 'em then buss 'em But I ain't tryna get in no trouble, you can ask thugger [Verse 3: Young Thug] I ain't worry bout nothin', I ain't worry bout jack Got a hunna bloods with me, all 'em screaming "Ratta-tat-tat" Money bout longer than a 'Lac Young stoner life, n***a YSL Three hoes, call me Quan ills On the way to heaven, we raise hell [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)] My car goes faster than yours lil' n***a damn right I know it (SWOO!) My b**h she badder than yours hell yea young n***a I know it (Main b**h) My clique gon' f**, she f** you up, yea n***a I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!) Yo baby momma get f**ed by me, my n***a I know it But I like (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) whoa (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) whoa (b**hes) (b**hes) What you like? (b**hes) I like (b**hes) I f** (b**hes) I can't trust these (b**hes) [Verse 4: Rich Homie Quan] Lame a** n***as (lame-o's) Try'na act cool, it's a shame on these n***as [?] times two [?] in this b**h, [?] with this dick You took her on a date but I left with this b**h Cook it in your face like a chef in this b**h, yea chef in this b**h, b**h [Verse 5: Young Thug] Cook it, Lil' B voice Juug it, Deebo voice p**y n***as, feed me more I got birds like B-More I got your main b**h and she flex on my wood like a carpenter If the b**h start trippin', I'm Dwight Howard with it IPhone, yea I'm blocking her! [Verse 6: Rich Homie Quan] Hunnid thousand dollars in [?] so a n***a gettin' paid Spend 55 thousand dollar on a bar, but I still can't sleep I say she love me, I love her, I call her babe Feel like money paid for a n***a, I'm feelin' like ayyee! [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & (Young Thug)] My car goes faster than yours lil' n***a damn right I know it (SWOO!) My b**h she badder than yours hell yea young n***a I know it (Main b**h) My clique gon' f**, she f** you up, yea n***a I know it (Sheesh!, sheesh!) Yo baby momma get f**ed by me, my n***a I know it But I like (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) whoa (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) b**hes (b**hes) whoa (b**hes) (b**hes) What you like? (b**hes) I like (b**hes) I f** (b**hes) I can't trust these (b**hes)