Letra da Música More Bitches de V-Nasty

Four blunts, four bottles of gin
Four bitches, I need more bitches!
Four bitches, I need more bitches!
Four bitches, I need more bitches!

[Verse 1: V-Nasty]

Four blunts, four bottles of gin
One bitch, four of her friends
I think this where my party begins
Girl, I wish this moment will never end

Got a bitch but I need some mo
Four bitches equal forty toes
They all down
Hoin is all they know
Gotta make a stack just to get out the cold

Bitch its me, Mrs. V
Why you outta town?
O for the city
If you wanna see life, baby fuck with me
I'm the lady of the shit, yes I'm the queen

Wanna get high so I smoke a whole zip
Keep rolling up chops, loading up crisp
Four ounces of bo gotta give it a kiss
Off purple weed and gin bitch I'm lit

Four blunts, four bottles of gin
Four bitches, I need more bitches!
Four bitches, I need more bitches!
Four bitches, I need more bitches!

[Verse 2: Kreayshawn]

(Hey... bitch!)

Need bitches? Man I gotta room full
You think Kreayshawn ain't pimpin you a damn fool
I'm gassin my money be the fuel
All these bitches gettin wet but I can't swim in a pool

I'm just drownin' in a 40 though
Need it like a Chinese on tis 40 yo
Not in Japan but my eyes hella closed
Got my swisher turned up on my thrift clothes
And I'm getting lazy money, that's free dough
Got these bitches lookin crisp like a Frito

I'm just me though, who else should I be?
Young Kreayshawn man you need to feel this heat though
Score on a bitch like I'm throwing free throws
Money, bitches weed and bo is what I get the most
So put your cups in the air get ready for the toast
The score is more to keep than four hoes

Four blunts, four bottles of gin
Four bitches, I need more bitches!
Four bitches, I need more bitches!
Four bitches, I need more bitches!

[Verse 3: Roach Gigz]

Yeah, its RG
Doper than hardy
I get started like car keys
My barbie in the bed with dark trees
But over here? Its all clear

I want Boston, that Paul Pierce
All ears? Better listen up
One thing I don't? Give a fuck
You could die down, Ima live it up
And I still go dumb, fuck your wisdom, bruh

Its R-Geezy, I could steal your car easy
Life's a game, its parcheesy
Hopped out the car now I'm on the bar, Wheezy
The pigs was chasing but I'm faster man
But the bacon cain't fuck with my master plan

You half a man
You a belly button
Breath full of gin, smell it cousin?

Four blunts, four bottles of gin
Four bitches, I need more bitches!
Four bitches, I need more bitches!
Four bitches, I need more bitches!