(Baby)

I gotta get my lick back (I got to)

And I hope you know it ain't no inspiration

they don't get back (I got you)

Matter fact, bring all my shit back (Come on)

Then again you can go in

it ain't nothin' else to be feared (Hitmaka)

Multi-million dollar nigga, still duckin' the feds

Showed that bitch that she wasn't nothin' to me

gave her to Lil Ced (Uh)

I got hoes in my talkin' to theyself, they dead (They dead)

That's lil' boy shit, so I can't

but if I want, I can fuck your friend (Yeah)

I cut her off like two, three years ago

she still lookin' (She lookin')

Her nigga played, now she want me

that's that revenge pussy (Revеnge)

Can't spare a bitch, they ain't gon' sparе mine (Spare mine)

I'm on the way, I told her get fine (Get fine)

Bend it, back it up

And when you work it, back it up

Bend it, back it up

And when you work it, back it

back it, back it

back it

(Nash B chillin', yeah, she know I'm from the stree—)

Bend it, back it up

Bend it, back it up

And when you work it, back it, back it, back it

Yeah, she know I'm from the streets (D-Rok)

She want her lick back

In her feelings, I don't get that

You and me, it's a mismatch (It's a mismatch)

I can never be your man, I can admit that (Oh)

Know I'm from the streets

She want her lick back (Oh)

In her feelings and I don't get that (And I don't get that)

You and me, it's a mismatch (Oh)

I can never be your man, I can admit that

It's no pussy like new pussy

Never thought that you would do it to me

Why not now?

It's no pussy like new pussy

Gettin' money ain't new to me, nah

Seen my new bitch, started actin' up

She expensive

You been tellin' all your girls that you had enough

But you right here, guess you ain't mad enough

I'm here for a real good time

If we grown, let me say what's in my mind

I mean everything I ever told you

You ain't my business, I never tried to control you

You start trippin' when you can't have your way

But you knew what this was

I never wanted your love (Oh)

And now you mad 'cause I'm movin' out

I've always been movin' (Oh)

Just know I'm not movin' for you

Yeah, she know I'm from the streets

She want her lick back (She want her lick back)

In her feelings, I don't get that (Don't get that)

You and me, it's a mismatch (It's a mismatch)

I can never be your man, I can admit that (Admit that, oh)

Know I'm from the streets

She want her lick back (Lick back, oh)

In her feelings and I don't get that (Get that)

You and me, it's a mismatch (It's a mismatch)

I can never be your man, I can admit that (Admit that)

(Baby)

I gotta get my lick back

Alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright

'Cause I'm the bitchy, the bitchy, bitchy

The bitchy, bitchy, the bitchy

The bitchy, bitchy, the bitchy, bitchy

The bitchy, the bitchy, bitchy