Songtext Bitches Chris Brown

Bitches

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

Higher than the moon, nigga what up?
I hear em woofin, a nigga need to shut up
Fallin in the pussy, face down and the butt up
It ain't shit to her, me I’m just a fuck up
Fuck a hand shake nigga we ain't brothers
On that west side , where they reppin fore they tell us
Talk big shit cus my dick will make you stutter
All over yo face like it’s butter, nutter
Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down
Nasty on the beat, bitch give a nigga wipe down
Go 24 inches, I’m long and I’m proud, my niggas is smoking on that loud
Bitches try to front, I’mma blow they back out
I ain’t thinkin bout a nigga walk past you
Bitch stole my blunt and said she like my tattoos
I’m that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she drop it on the dick she a damn fool

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

All these bitches, I don’t wanna see no niggas
All these bitches, I don’t wanna see no niggas
Really really though, all these bitches, I don’t want no niggas
Cus them real niggas posted up, already with us

Yea, that’s a habit, in the club I do magic
Fuckin with these ratchets, no purses, they got baskets
It’s a handout, these bitches high fienin, guess they addicts
And I aks em all you in like Patrick
Playin with the pussy like it’s mad and fire like the dragon
Everyone say she like me then they all bang wagon
Cheerleading ass hoes but they pretty like a pageant
She say she let me cut, I got to stabbing (fo real tho)

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

All these bitches, I don’t wanna see no niggas
All these bitches, I don’t wanna see no niggas
Really really though, all these bitches, I don’t want no niggas
Cus them real niggas posted up, already with us

Audemar, big bitch, big tipper
Suppa club, 20 thousand for the liquor
See the bitch I’m with? Probably never get er
No cuppin bottles, them for broke niggas
Been the corner posted up with a dome giver
Money flowin like wet pussy, that’s a long river
So you got yo bitch on lock? I slim Jim er
It’s that time of the month, fuck timba
All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up
Throw yo cup up, throw yo set up
High in this bitch til the club lights lit up
Leave wit er, big spender, a bitch shut up
Take Illuminati all through yo body
She drill me a 12 gauge , Shawty you feel me?
Pull up in a ‘rari, the fuckin' life of the party
I'm getting hoes regardless, before this rap shit I'm honest

I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches ah

All these bitches, I don’t wanna see no niggas
All these bitches, I don’t wanna see no niggas
Really really though, all these bitches, I don’t want no niggas
Cus them real niggas posted up, already with us