Yukmouth - Gangsta b**h lyrics

Verse 1 Give me a gangstress a b**h that don't take no sh** I need a gangsta b**h a b**h that's armed and dangerous n***a.... I want a b**h that pack a gat up under her mini skirt a duce-duce up in her, Fendi purse dealin wit pleanty work shippin birds to any jerk get served on any turf she all about her Benji's dirt up then she skirt even though her friends be hurt be gorilla lookin broads always fightin in the backyard must be a bodyguard she married to the Mobb flip a new car every damn year Cardier no mo' O.G.'s than Pam Grier see around here she's like the Hedi Fliess cuz she run a hoe house, wit a gamblin shack downstairs sellin chronic wit brown hairs I want a hoe to roll my optimos when I squat the roll, talk to folks on my mob (mobile phone) let her chop the doe give her a** a glock to hold cuz n***as be jockin so tough, they might be plottin so lock they a** up at the Stop N' Go they f**in wit a Mobbsta hoe toss the gat out the door, then come papa so I can wax that a** juss like Mop N' Glo Chorus *(Yuk, Fa Sho)* 1x I need a gangstress! (I need a gangstress!) A b**h that don't take no sh**! (A Thugged Out gangsta b**h!) Give me a Gangsta b**h! (Give me a Gangsta b**h!) I only f** wit bad a** chicks! (Only bad a** chicks!) (Bad, bad girl, yeahhhhh!) (I only f** wit bad, bad girls, yeahhhh!) Verse 2 n***a. I want a b**h that got a mouth full o' gold teeth who like to roll sweets smoke trees mo' than me coppin whole piece of bomb a** weed Hennessy, Shrooms, and Xtacy, the kind I need behind I be doggstyle, Anaconda in yo baby mama she don't f** wit you little grinders, cuz she already a timer in designer Anne Klein Iceberg tights the white bird life the type of b**h that been hustlin all her life I want a b**h that I can call wife f** all night lie wit and cry wit on them hot fall nights the type of b**h that keep my game tight help me ball right tell me which n***as in the click is fake which n***as is alright I need a b**h that like to swallow dick s** my nut and gargle it slap a n***a over the head wit a bottle quick I need a b**h who like to smoke in public drink in public in a Cutla** only bumpin thug sh**! *(Chorus)* 1x Verse 3 Uh. Uh. The type of b**h that keep a strap under the mat-reese but I'm so real I make her a** ride in the back seat smokin hashish f** bangin Black Street the hoe that get at me, be the hoe that get her a** beat pop up at my telly like magic storm in the room, beat the b**h I juss got through f**in wit a broom she only f** wit tycoons I want a b**h that talk sh** start sh** let me rock up yay in her apartment everything is our sh** I want a b**h that rock Tim boots that got her own bubble Benz coupe wit friends that's cute blowin smoke out the roof a b**h that like to shoot the gas Gucchi bag wit the boots to match lick off shots like Super Gat a b**h that's stackin mo', run through yo scratch Who the mack? b**hes I quit, still refusin scraps from them cats that's hella sweet straight buyin 'em gifts but she into gangsta sh** an I'm into gangsta chicks! n***a! *(Chorus)* 1x To be a gangsta b**h (a gangsta b**h) Everybody gotta know ya A gangsta b**h, means you don't take no sh**! (til end)