I Like My Bitches - Pop Smoke | Hello | English

Yeah Well, I'm mean as gravel, I'm poor as dirt And I like things better the way they were Well, I'm strong in the head but I get things done I spend too much money to have a little fun, come on Here you are, you come around You want me to settle down, yeah Before you jump, you need to know It's a crazy thing, the way I roll I ain't changing, I'm a stubborn man So, can you love me like I am? Can you love me, baby, like I am? Yeah Well, I'm stuck in my ways and I grew up hard I drink milk out your carton and juice from the jar, huh Well, some people say I sleep too much I just sleep when I can 'til I have to get up Here I am, what do you think? Well, I guess a nod is as good as a wink, yeah Before you jump, you need to know It's a crazy thing, the way I roll I ain't changing, I'm a stubborn man Well, can you love me like I am? So, can you love me, baby, like I am? Come on, son I changed my mind, there ain't no bone I play on Fridays, baby, you can't go, no That's right You can't go Before you jump, you need to know It's a crazy thing, the way I roll, yeah I ain't changing, I'm a stubborn man Well, can you love me like I am? Well, can you love me, baby, like I am? Well, can you love me like I am? Can you love me, baby, like I am? Alright, yeah Baby, like I am, now, hey Baby, like I am, yeah, woo

Huh! (Just Blaze) A month ago, I gave a chick a hundred stacks Straight to Neiman Marcus, young bitch had a heart attack Oh man, I love my bitches Bottles, Beamers, brand new Benzes Barbies, ballerinas, and Britneys Barbra Streisand edition Bentleys Bricks, big face hundreds in bundles Boy, I'm a boss, I rose from the jungles God forgives and these killers won't In a room full of heathens, good niggas die alone Better start taking notes as I'm taking tokes The hood wanna see you die and they taking votes My vision always mentioned coke My women never sit in coach Oh man, I love my bitches Tongue kissin' a dark skinneded vixen 50, 60 racks, I might go blow a hundred though Jet owner, G5, where you wanna go? Fuck your ex's baby, really, that's your past Load up your carry-on's and all of this is cash Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches Tryna bring you into my world, baby Just stand there, you the canvas, I'ma paint the picture You never met another nigga, you know, fuck it, take it Am I really just a narcissist? 'Cause I wake up to a bowl of lobster bisque And I wake up on some mobbin' shit With a great view and half my niggas swappin' bricks It's just a way of life For the king of diamonds, so I gotta stay the night 50 cash in the Louis for the chicken wings Started in a neighborhood and now we on to bigger things Large clique of my constituents Combination to the safe, straight to the Benjamins Living life to the fullest was the emphasis Making love to Mary J's "Reminisce" Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches It was all good just a week ago Paper tag on the Panamera, my speakers blow My bitch sittin' cute, she left her panties home Suckin' the dick of the don, I'm talking Miami's own (Money like) LeBron James, (money like) Dwyane Wade (Play it right) peelin' two off the dealership in the same day (Say it right) paid like Mark Clayton, Mark Duper Soon as niggas start hatin', start shootin' Come along, money longer than Olajuwon's Lotta ones, all the bitches, yeah, the model ones Tongue-pierced, dick-sucked, yeah, the swallow ones 50 million, I'm the only one that got it done Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches Oh man, I love my bitches East Coast to West Coast, all my bitches Oh man (Maybach Music)