"Hot BiBi (Apostle 2)" lyrics

Hot BiBi, opps can't see me
Catch me on the Digi, on the CD, on the TV
Believe me, when you see me, you don't know who came in with me
You should take it easy, all my niggas greasy
Pisces, cool breeze, but it's always somethin' fishy
'Cause she washy and she wishy
It's always somethin' bitchy (Mm)
Attitude busy like a kitty cat, itchy (Meow)
I'm picky
What's the issue? Toilet tissue (Uh)

Hot BiBi, opps can't see me
Catch me in the city, tattooed "pretty" on my titties
Food stamps in the wiki, make a hundred turn into fifty
Bumpin' Biggie, twin amps in the trunk, Crown Vicki
Fur's sticky, fur's licky from Vicki
Tongue kissy, slipped me, meet on the tricky
I'ma keep it buck fifty, small waist, itty bitty
Can't fuck with me, body bricky, it just get me (Uh)

Hot BiBi, opps can't see me
Catch me on the Digi, on the CD, on the TV
I keep it hieroglyphic (Uh)
Money, long stockin' like a bitch named "Pippi" (BiBi, ayy)

BiBi (Ayy)
BiBi (Ayy)
BiBi (Ayy)
BiBi (Ayy)
BiBi (Ayy, yeah)
BiBi (Ayy, ooh)
BiBi (Ayy, ooh)
BiBi (Ayy)
BiBi (Oh, nah-nah-nah)
BiBi (Oh, nah-nah-nah)
BiBi (Oh, nah-nah-nah)
BiBi (Oh, nah-nah-nah)