"Bitch Ball Out" lyrics
"Bitch Ball Out"
Let me show you how a bitch ball out
I can get you off the casting couch
From the penthouse to the underground
Let me show you what it's all about
I got it going on
Let me show you how a bitch ball out
I did it on my own
I got dollars coming out my mouth
Let me show you how a bitch ball out
Bitch, ball out
Let me show you how a bitch ball out
Bitch, ball out
Bitch, ball out
Let me show you how a bitch ball out
Bitches know I got the range, no doubt
Had to match it so we both blackout
What's my limit? There's no amount
And my pockets well endowed
Bitch, I got it going on
Let me show you how a bitch ball out
I did it on my own
Pop my collars, swing my Birkin 'round
Let me show you how a bitch ball out
Bitch, ball out
Let me show you how a bitch ball out
Bitch, ball out
Bitch, ball out
D-d-d-detour
Let me show you how a bitch ball out
Did it on my own
My daddy ain't home
I did it on my own
I got it going on
D-d-d-detour
Bitch, ball out
Bitch, ball out
Let me show you how a bitch ball out
Bitch, ball out
Bitch, ball out
Let me show you how a bitch ball out
Writer(s): Madison Love, Kim Petras, Margo Wildman, Angel Prost, Lulu Prost
- AZLyrics
- K
- Kim Petras Lyrics
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