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Verse 1
Give me a gangstress
a b*tch that don't take no s**t
I need a gangsta b*tch
a b*tch that's armed and dangerous
nigg*....
I want a b*tch 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 d*mn 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 as* a glock to hold
cuz be jockin so tough, they might be plottin so lock they as* up
at the Stop N' Go
they fkin wit a Mobbsta hoe
toss the gat out the door, then come papa so I can wax that as* juss
like Mop N' Glo
Chorus *(Yuk, Fa Sho)* 1x
I need a gangstress!
(I need a gangstress!)
A b*tch that don't take no s**t!
(A Thugged Out gangsta b*tch!)
Give me a Gangsta b*tch!
(Give me a Gangsta b*tch!)
I only fk wit bad as* chicks!
(Only bad as* chicks!)
(Bad, bad girl, yeahhhhh!)
(I only fk wit bad, bad girls, yeahhhh!)
Verse 2
nigg*.
I want a b*tch that got a mouth full o' gold teeth
who like to roll sweets
smoke trees mo' than me
coppin whole piece of bomb as* weed
Hennessy, Shrooms, and Xtacy, the kind I need
behind I be
doggstyle, Anaconda in yo baby mama
she don't fk wit you little grinders, cuz she already a timer
in designer Anne Klein
Iceberg tights
the white bird life
the type of b*tch that been hustlin all her life
I want a b*tch that I can call wife
fk all night
lie wit and cry wit
on them hot fall nights
the type of b*tch that keep my game tight
help me ball right
tell me which in the click is fake
which is alright
I need a b*tch that like to sw*llow d*ck
suck my nut and gargle it
slap a nigg* over the head wit a bottle quick
I need a b*tch who like to smoke in public
drink in public
in a Cutlass only bumpin thug s**t!
*(Chorus)* 1x
Verse 3
Uh.
Uh.
The type of b*tch that keep a strap under the mat-reese
but I'm so real I make her as* ride in the back seat
smokin hashish
fk bangin Black Street
the hoe that get at me, be the hoe that get her as* beat
pop up at my telly like magic
storm in the room, beat the b*tch I juss got through fkin wit a broom
she only fk wit tyc00ns
I want a b*tch that talk s**t
start s**t
let me rock up yay in her apartment
everything is our s**t
I want a b*tch that rock Tim boots
that got her own bubble Benz coupe
wit friends that's cute
blowin smoke out the roof
a b*tch that like to shoot the gas
Gucchi bag wit the boots to match
lick off shots like Super Gat
a b*tch that's stackin mo', run through yo scratch
Who the mack?
girls I quit, still refusin scr*ps
from them cats that's hella sweet
straight buyin 'em gifts
but she into gangsta s**t
an I'm into gangsta chicks!
nigg*!
*(Chorus)* 1x
To be a gangsta b*tch (a gangsta b*tch)
Everybody gotta know ya
A gangsta b*tch, means you don't take no s**t! (til end)