I told that bitch, I told that I told bitch, I told that bitch Yeah, this for the with Benzes and the niggas without 'em Scram, ho!
I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Benz, bitch I told that I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have kind of friendship I told that bitch I'on't give a about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Lamb, ho I told bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that of nigga, scram, ho
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Graduated the fabricated sabotages Conversated a lady goin' Lambo crazy Bitch, you better cut it, shawty, I'm to cut you off Oh, you greedy in Tahiti, I just you flaunt Aye, tell that girl you 'bout to settle, Aye, see how she react when you're no longer in Bimmer Then she out that the Bentley wasn't really rented Can you a kilo? Help a nigga move a kilo Oh, you the private jet to take a flight to Rio Can't no Maybach prevent a nigga from makin' Oh, you gold diggin' graveyard loser Ain't of my cars American, King of Zamunda have a heart-to-heart, drink wine, make art of the Benzo, the AMG Can you love a thug, is all believe fantasy, I see through it easily
I told bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Benz, bitch And I don't want no who need to have that kind of friendship I that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need kind of nigga, scram, ho
I told the girl I'm to sell the Porsche, I'm tired of it She go and told these I'm goin' broke, a smile poured From my lips, cuz if I'm broke, it's hearted records from broken English, that's all it Hol' up and if I were, why would you throw a is so convenient when ballin' Correction, hoes don't mean it when fallin' I that's why Lois can't be with Clark Kent Fly on a back while he Superman But if I'm in a wheelchair, you still Stop for words, I feel stupid, man The is the Pittsburgh, I still care White downs and Emory scrubs Had to write her birthday down my memory sucks But this shit comes back up some acid reflux Or a Michael jacket with some plastic zippers I was zippin' through the and I don't give a fuck 1994 Land Cruiser because That bitch ain't never broke down on me, why I do that to her? Simple is it, symbolism, pull up at a club And might not never buy a new car again, if I can it Cause if I buy one then they gon sell ten, then I'm left with? Throw a nigga one on the strength, then we could talk Til' then, ride my fuckin' bike, or walk
I told that bitch I'on't give a about a Benz, bitch I told bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Benz, bitch And I don't no bitch who need to have that kind of friendship I that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch give a fuck about a Lamb, ho And I don't no bitch who need that kind of nigga, scram, ho
I told girl, I told that girl tell the truth Say she the greatest I ever met, then show me some proof These girls be droppin' these lies, these girls be makin' up She wanna stand in my line, she tryna come to the front
Yeah, she love her country but hate American For the shape of them, he'll have you know all of bitches is foreign If yellow to be the color in fashion What to all of this good black pussy he keep ignorin'? The world told him don't shit rhyme with The is only with him because he's tourin' Well go on angel, I don't you, don't hang yo head I it's survival for you, get it like an IOU
She's so, I'm just enjoyin' life, I'm livin' life, you worldwide pussy, yeah, worldwide pussy, yeah Pull up at girl crib bumpin' Lil' Boosie, yeah
I told that I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that I'on't give a fuck about a Benz, bitch I told that bitch I'on't give a fuck a Benz, bitch And I don't want no bitch who need to have that kind of I that bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told bitch I'on't give a fuck about a Lamb, ho I told that bitch I'on't give a about a Lamb, ho And I don't want no bitch who need that of nigga, scram, ho
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We drive these cars on the life that I live is incredible We gon be fly whenever, we gettin' forever Without these vehicles, can we still gon' be together? me