It Bitches Lyrics – Sexyy Red

Read the complete It Bitches Lyrics by Sexyy Red from the album Yo Favorite Trappa Favorite Rappa along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Sexyy Red’s music, you can also explore Top Notch and Attached, two other songs by Sexyy Red.

[Intro]
Yeah
You know I be with them real bad b!tches
Ain’t none of my b!tches lame
You can’t run no gang on my b!tches, we hip, we too hip (Known to let that MAC fly just like my n!gga Doe, baow)

[Chorus]
I hang with them pretty b!tches, yeah, no silly b!tches
The hottest in the city b!tches, ten bands for some titty b!tches (Yeah, S*xxy)
Them rich b!tches (Baow), the thickest b!tches, it b!tches (You know it)
Them lit b!tches, the “we know we the s*it” b!tches
I-I hang with them prеtty b!tches (Duh), no silly b!tches

The hottеst in the city b!tches, ten bands for some titty b!tches, yeah
Them rich b!tches, th-th-the thickest b!tches, it b!tches (You know that)
Them lit b!tches, the “we know we the s*it” b!tches

[Verse 1]
Designer this, designer that, b!tch, you know I get them racks (It’s S*xxy)
You looking for a bad b!tch? The Northside where you find them at (Northside)
Hood b!tch, just bought a Scat, swerving, b!tch, I’m doing the dash (Yoom)
Usually, I fu*k with them Bloods, but right now, I fu*k with the cash
Weave long, ass fat, conceited b!tch, I know I’m that (Baow, baow)
I’ve been s*xy since a baby, shout out to my Mom and Dad (Yuh)
You ain’t ever seen a finer b!tch, baby, I know I’m bad (Yuh)
I’m the kind of b!tch that a real n!gga wish he had (On blood)
Real ratchet b!tch, they play my song, I’ma shake this ass (Baow)
I don’t see these hating hoes, why? ‘Cause these designer glasses
N!ggas fall in love with Big S*xyy, man, that s*it like magic (Baow)
I be with some real cool b!tches, all my b!tches savage (Baow, baow)

[Chorus]
I hang with them pretty b!tches, yeah, no silly b!tches
The hottest in the city b!tches, ten bands for some titty b!tches (Yeah, S*xxy)
Them rich b!tches (Baow), the thickest b!tches, it b!tches (You know it)
Them lit b!tches, the “we know we the s*it” b!tches
I-I hang with them pretty b!tches (Duh), no silly b!tches
The hottest in the city b!tches, ten bands for some titty b!tches, yeah

Them rich b!tches, th-th-the thickest b!tches, it b!tches (You know that)
Them lit b!tches, the “we know we the s*it” b!tches

[Verse 2]
Pu-pull up in that thang (Yoom), kids saying, “Dang” (Wow)
Diamonds going bling, S*xyy Red be going insane (You know it)
N!ggas get with me and they always tryna save (Wow)
Do you really love me, baby? Put it off on them grave
Me and my b!tches twin, ’cause me and my b!tches, we the same (Twin)
I do what I want to, baby, I ain’t got no shame (No)
N!ggas on my bumper tryna give a b!tch that brain (Ugh, ugh)
I’m a big dawg, I can teach you hoes some game (Bow)
Hoes can’t sit with us ’cause I can tell you b!tches lame (Yoom)
Hoes talking s*it gon’ make me pull up with the gang (What’s up?)
If I had a d!ck, I’d pull it out and let it swang (Grr)
Gangsta-ass b!tch and you already know my name (It’s S*xyy)

[Chorus]
I hang with them pretty b!tches, yeah, no silly b!tches
The hottest in the city b!tches, ten bands for some titty b!tches (Yeah, S*xxy)
Them rich b!tches (Baow), the thickest b!tches, it b!tches (You know it)
Them lit b!tches, the “we know we the s*it” b!tches
I-I hang with them pretty b!tches (Duh), no silly b!tches
The hottest in the city b!tches, ten bands for some titty b!tches, yeah
Them rich b!tches, th-th-the thickest b!tches, it b!tches (You know that)
Them lit b!tches, the “we know we the s*it” b!tches