Bitches Kan’t Ride for Free

Intro:

Man, fuckin' Brazy in this mothafucka all the time, and I'm tired of you striflin'-ass niggas playin' Kaptain Save a Hoe for these punk-ass bitches, hoodrat hoes in fact they ain't gon' do shit for you, get paid or somethin', Blood, what the fuck you gonna do, you know what I'm sayin', paper hoe-ass nigga

Verse 1: B-Brazy:

Ayo, take it from your YG homie, man, get rid of that hoe (Which one?)
The one you keep buying shit fo'
'Cause that bitch is a trick and a hoe ain't a skank
And she stank they be workin' yo' ass for yo' bank
Even that bitch's friends say that hoe's no good
But you still wanna bring that bitch to the hood, nigga
Talkin' that shit like ya hard
Don't make me pull your card behind Serano? I'll put yo' money in your car, nigga
You know we fucked in 9 deep befo'
Whеn we first met that hoe, but you kеpt that hoe
Blood, but if you fuck her now might as well go and sock her
'Cause I heard the bitch will have you sprayed be crossed out yo' boxers
I don't believe that you don't get it
You ain't hittin' three months but yo' bitch is two months pregnant? (Haha)
I know it's fucked up by the way that Braze tell it
The chronic's burnin' nigga wake up from smellin', 'cause nigga you's a fool

Chorus: Fo' Clips Eclipse & B-Brazy:

All o' y'all bitches wanna ride with me
But none o' y'all bitches can't ride for free
Because I got the D's sittin' on the caddy
And my name's Braze baby but you can call me Sweet Daddy
Busta-ass niggas can't ride with me
And broke-ass bitches can't ride for free!
Because I got the D's sittin' on my caddy
And my name's Braze baby but you can call me Sweet Daddy

Verse 2: B-Brazy:

Man, I once had a bitch Prada played me like a fool
Wanted me to wear silver leather, said it make me look cool (Aha!)
She said she'd fuck me if I wore a pair of 100 dollar shoes
But I knew a pair of bhakis, penthouse shoes and do' (Bitch...)
'Cause I'm a young nigga with mack out of this world
Even four-five girls who don't like Jheri curls
All it take is a straight teenaged young mack
And rock the bitch around in yo' lap
Mister Braze I hope you brought some change for the bus
Since you don't wanna fuck all us
Trust is the motto I kick the shit up out that money hungry bitch
Who would suck a few dicks to get rich, and switch
Back to that gonorrhea wanna see ya freak
Gettin' penicilin in her cheek every single week
So stupid-ass hoe it's only right I'll let you go up out the do'
But can you suck it once mo', 'cause Braze is a fool

Chorus

Verse 3: B-Brazy:

It's just too many hoes swangin' on 64's
Well, hoes come and ride in this Coupe on Vogues
Hide the links and rings, baby, if you ain't gon' fuck
And if you wiz ain't in the balls of Eightball and Peanut (Biatch!)
Bitch I ain't gon' beg 'cause I'm a young-ass type
'Cause I'm ballin' like Mike, a pimp like Ike
I'm the Young Gangsta Blood by the name of B-Brazy
Make the hoes go crazy sayin' "Go B-Brazy!"
And I be twistin' all night damn, I know the equals dizzy
So let me hit the Henn' and Alize so Braze gets dizzy
The hoe is in to fuck for paper
Baby cut the vapors
Dick the bitch down then I whooped her for the PAGER
Baby can I toss? (Hell naw, nigga!)
Don't be actin' like that bitch, how much yo' shit cost it's me B-Brazy
The ladies they lovin' me on whole 'cause I be swingin' all up on the microphone

Chorus