DBS Lyrics

GUILTY (BITCH)

FILTHY (BITCH)

Your taste is the floor

But I see its your ceiling

Double your bills

We ain't matching the billing

Sending some hoes just handle your business

GUILTY (BITCH)

FILTHY (BITCH)

Your taste is the floor

But I see its your ceiling

Double your bills

We ain't matching the billing

Sending some hoes just handle your business

Keep your distance

Fuck commitment

Whatever you do

Do not bring a kid in

You ain't meant to win

You in love with shitty men

Stupid as fuck

You addicted

Who broke your heart?

Well a dick did

Putting those walls

I see that your weak

Shit had you shook

Had you crying for weeks

I know it was tugging at you like a leech

Senior year he was still in ELD

Nothing wrong with that

But he don't even bring you peace

Goofy ass defending him

Saying he a little mean

But he drag you down

When you know you a center piece

Underwear got more holes than his cheese

Your contact is HERTZ cause he don't own keys

If you get abused girl

Fuck a broke boy

Get yelled at by a coke boy

On a boat in Cabo

GUILTY (BITCH)

FILTHY (BITCH)

Your taste is the floor

But I see its your ceiling

Double your bills

We ain't matching the billing

Sending some hoes just handle your business

GUILTY (BITCH)

FILTHY (BITCH)

Your taste is the floor

But I see its your ceiling

Double your bills

We ain't matching the billing

Sending some hoes just handle your business

If we know your background

Then back to the town

You was tweeting bout dick

So she heard referral

Now who you gonna blame

Your mans or the girl

Judge saw you in the court

Hit you with a warrant

Think its best for you now

To quit and save face

You were the prize and gave him power when you chased

You had made it work

But now its too late

Calling life alert cause I can tell that you had fallen

HELLO, PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE TONE

Maybe bitch

Stop hating chicks

Stop blaming them

Cause ya man ain't shit

Pray for them

They need saving

Keep flaming them

Until they change

Find yourself a saint

Going hard in the paint

If I hit it from the back

Then you know its getting ate

Fuck you like a demon

But I treat you like an angel

Tryna to make you cum more

Hold up lemme change the angle

GUILTY (BITCH)

FILTHY (BITCH)

Your taste is the floor

But I see its your ceiling

Double your bills

We ain't matching the billing

Sending some hoes just handle your business

GUILTY (BITCH)

FILTHY (BITCH)

Your taste is the floor

But I see its your ceiling

Double your bills

We ain't matching the billing

Sending some hoes just handle your business

DBS

Call that dumb bitch syndrome

Think they gonna change

You gonna end up at the Metro

Time to cut your losses

I didn't know when to let go

Chop it chop it

Bring on the next hoes

If not pull the henny

Till you forget those

We got plenty

Fresh cut

Fresh scent

Ready

Feeling better already

Just had to love

This ain't southwest bitch

Please no baggage

I was down to look past

What you been lacking

You bitch ass

You Brutus

You switched up

You Judas

Would've bounced earlier

Had I fucking knew this

GUILTY (BITCH)

FILTHY (BITCH)

Your taste is the floor

But I see its your ceiling

Double your bills

We ain't matching the billing

Sending some hoes just handle your business

GUILTY (BITCH)

FILTHY (BITCH)

Your taste is the floor

But I see its your ceiling

Double your bills

We ain't matching the billing

Sending some hoes just handle your business