Gangsta B lyrics

Artist  : Yukmouth 
Song : Gangsta B
 
featuring  Fa Sho

Verse 1

Give me a gangstress
a bit*h that don't take no shit
I need a gangsta bit*h
a bit*h that's armed and dangerous
nigga....

I want a bit*h 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 damn 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 niggas be jockin so tough, they might be
plottin so lock they as* up 
at the Stop N' Go
they f**kin 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 bit*h that don't take no shit!
(A Thugged Out gangsta bit*h!)
Give me a Gangsta Bit*h!
(Give me a Gangsta Bit*h!)
I only f**k wit bad as* chicks!
(Only bad as* chicks!)
(Bad, bad girl, yeahhhhh!)
(I only f**k wit bad, bad girls, yeahhhh!)

Verse 2

Nigga.
I want a bit*h 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 f**k wit you little grinders, cuz she
already a timer
 
in designer Anne Klein
Iceberg tights
the white bird life
the type of bit*h that been hustlin all her life
I want a bit*h that I can call wife
f**k all night
lie wit and cry wit
on them hot fall nights
the type of bit*h that keep my game tight
help me ball right
tell me which niggas in the click is fake
which niggas is alright
I need a bit*h that like to swallow dick
suck my nut and gargle it
slap a nigga over the head wit a bottle quick
I need a bit*h who like to smoke in public
drink in public
in a Cutlass only bumpin thug shit!

*(Chorus)* 1x

Verse 3

Uh.
Uh.
The type of bit*h that keep a strap under the
mat-reese
but I'm so real I make her as* ride in the back
seat
smokin hashish
f**k 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 bit*h I juss got
through f**kin wit a broom
she only f**k wit tycoons
I want a bit*h that talk shit
start shit
let me rock up yay in her apartment
everything is our shit
I want a bit*h that rock Tim boots
that got her own bubble Benz coupe
wit friends that's cute
blowin smoke out the roof
a bit*h that like to shoot the gas
Gucchi bag wit the boots to match
lick off shots like Super Gat
a bit*h that's stackin mo', run through yo
scratch
Who the mack?
Bit*hes I quit, still refusin scraps
from them cats that's hella sweet
straight buyin 'em gifts
but she into gangsta shit
an I'm into gangsta chicks!
Nigga!

*(Chorus)* 1x

To be a gangsta bit*h (a gangsta bit*h)
Everybody gotta know ya
A gangsta bit*h, means you don't take no shit!
(til end)