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Ty Dolla Sign - Hbic Lyrics

[Intro]
C-C-Cuff your chick
D-D-DJ Ill Will

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
If looks could kill, you'd be a killer
If love was a drug, you'd be my dealer
'Cause I love how you make me feel
Let's hit the club k-k-keep it real
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge

[Verse 1: Bobby Brackins]
Come chill with a playa', go hard like a r=Raider
Allergic to the haters, get rings like a Laker
I'm a fool with the paper, I got rich neighbors
She ready, I'm ready, in the bed I'll do favors
Girl, you gotta return 'em, money burn none
I bought things, don't nеver return 'em
I don't need two-top, back see through
Ballin' еveryday, girl, you know how we doo
Boo, you a boss, I'll introduce you to my people
H.B.I.C., honey, let me beat though
Sip until we out of it, champagne bubbly
We never runnin' out of it
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
If looks could kill, you'd be a killer
If love was a drug, you'd be my dealer
'Cause I love how you make me feel
Let's hit the club k-k-keep it real
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge

[Verse 2: Bobby Brackins]
Boo, call up your local radio station
Say I got hits, I still get 'em in rotation
You bad, you bad you belong on probation
Betty Crocker, ain't wrong with cakin'
H.B., how she good looks, bad attitude
Doin' big things, girl, I can't be mad at you
Let's hit the club and get some medical
Let's hit the bank, withdraws from federal
You go, girl, don't take mess from nobody
Yeah, I respect it, sex, I expect it
Grapefruit, cranberry, OJ mixes
We stay poppin' bottles and takin' pictures

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
If looks could kill, you'd be a killer
If love was a drug, you'd be my dealer
'Cause I love how you make me feel
Let's hit the club k-k-keep it real
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
Lil' mama you bad, lil' mama you a boss
Lil' mama you sexy, oh, oh
You be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em
You, you be killin' 'em
Haters gotta deal with 'em
Hottest on the scene
Boss lady, boss lady
Will you be my baby, my baby?
Let's do it big, girl, oh my gosh
I need the head bitch in charge

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
If looks could kill, you'd be a killer
If love was a drug, you'd be my dealer
'Cause I love how you make me feel
Let's hit the club k-k-keep it real
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge
H.B.I.C., head bitch in charge