BRADY, Barry G., Zachy D. - NXTCHK Lyrics

God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
She always tryina say some shit
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
I knew I shoulda played that bitch
God I really hate that bitch
Been past time to make a switch
I’m just tryna sell some whips
And Grab up on some other hips
When I hit it I’m gone dip
Roll straight back to the dealership
No off the top yea this a script
Brady will edit yea he gone snip
Puttin Deckard on the Record
He gone wreck it
Dontchu check it
Disrespect it
Bitch you fake just like some Nesquick
Stole your hoe and got the neck quick
Now I’m looking for my next chick
Next chick
Yahh
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
She always tryina say some shit
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
I knew I shoulda played that bitch
God I really hate that bitch
Why she always talking shit
Caught her taking naked pics
She was shaking cake and tits
Showing clit, throwing fits
Claiming this is it, talking shit
The hoes snappin' me
Why the Side kick flipping off the hip
Brady phoning zips
Barry loaning whips
Now we owning hits
This legit
AY FUCK THAT BITCH FOR REAL THO CUZ
And we smoking zips
Rolled up in the spliff
Twist it with the wrist
Flick the bic
Lets get lit
I gotta find the right spot
Now she choking on my dong
In her favorite yellow thong
This a Coachella song
I just want the bomb
From your mom
Ooops false alarm
Got your next chick in my arms
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
She always tryina say some shit
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
I knew I shoulda played that bitch
That’s no disrespect
I had to cut the bullshit
So I could cut the check
At least I got that neck
Fucked that bitch for two years
Then cut her off my dick
Too bad that she ain’t thick
She used to want my kid
Now she says that I’m a prick
I bet she think shes slick
Get under him To get over me
The thought just makes me sick
Fuck that bitch: We were toxic
Now I’m cleaning out my closet
Got me drippin Like a faucet
As I’m making my deposits
Hit the Post: I’m like Austin
Hittin notes and long hair flossin
Always Smoking on obnoxious
My next chick gone be a goddess
Fuck that modest bitch
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
She always tryina say some shit
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
I knew I shoulda played that bitch

God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
She always tryina say some shit
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
I knew I shoulda played that bitch
God I really hate that bitch
Been past time to make a switch
I’m just tryna sell some whips
And Grab up on some other hips
When I hit it I’m gone dip
Roll straight back to the dealership
No off the top yea this a script
Brady will edit yea he gone snip
Puttin Deckard on the Record
He gone wreck it
Dontchu check it
Disrespect it
Bitch you fake just like some Nesquick
Stole your hoe and got the neck quick
Now I’m looking for my next chick
Next chick
Yahh
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
She always tryina say some shit
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
I knew I shoulda played that bitch
God I really hate that bitch
Why she always talking shit
Caught her taking naked pics
She was shaking cake and tits
Showing clit, throwing fits
Claiming this is it, talking shit
The hoes snappin' me
Why the Side kick flipping off the hip
Brady phoning zips
Barry loaning whips
Now we owning hits
This legit
AY FUCK THAT BITCH FOR REAL THO CUZ
And we smoking zips
Rolled up in the spliff
Twist it with the wrist
Flick the bic
Lets get lit
I gotta find the right spot
Now she choking on my dong
In her favorite yellow thong
This a Coachella song
I just want the bomb
From your mom
Ooops false alarm
Got your next chick in my arms
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
She always tryina say some shit
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
I knew I shoulda played that bitch
That’s no disrespect
I had to cut the bullshit
So I could cut the check
At least I got that neck
Fucked that bitch for two years
Then cut her off my dick
Too bad that she ain’t thick
She used to want my kid
Now she says that I’m a prick
I bet she think shes slick
Get under him To get over me
The thought just makes me sick
Fuck that bitch: We were toxic
Now I’m cleaning out my closet
Got me drippin Like a faucet
As I’m making my deposits
Hit the Post: I’m like Austin
Hittin notes and long hair flossin
Always Smoking on obnoxious
My next chick gone be a goddess
Fuck that modest bitch
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
She always tryina say some shit
God I really hate that bitch
Why the fuck I date that bitch
I’m just tryina make it big
I knew I shoulda played that bitch