She said... All of my got friends, yeah All of my got friends And bad, they bad, so we good It's for the clique, word All of my got friends You need to pick, nah All of my got friends
Look, I ain't really rap about it I just talk it 'cause I live it now So let me you 'bout this PYT That I seen week, I had to take a bow 5'2" with a brown fur and her hair tied with them eyes And she would make me throw it all For a fun and the right prize Bad as fuck, ass fatter than an truck ask her Prolly my hammer tucked The type to 'em down and then the panties stuck I'll run 'em up, wanna kick it you Get a and a picket with you Pop up on you at your place, not your birthday Just to let them niggas know I'm buildin' you Your friend, always coming through With that Macaulay Culkin when you're home And I ain't even dog you out But can you a nigga just a little bone? One of you, one of me, you and me We make three or maybe four, and just two more just to score Step to her, had to play chess, had to hit her with the press I told her I'd do anything just to chat with her for a quick sec' Let it sit, let it process, then she and said, Sure, yes Whispered in her ear and her, I want less drama and more sex, but
She said... All of my bitches got friends, All of my bitches got And bad, they bad, so we good It's for the clique, word All of my got friends You need to pick, nah All of my bitches got
Look, all of my women got Most of 'em like a blend And most of 'em off in the And they don't care who offend Look, I had a girl who was tatted up from the down, she was crazy Met a shorty with an ill grammar, who would alot And she a baby Complain about me, always on the And talk to other women and she wanted Had to shake it a common cold Then I had a show and then I saw you, I book you, now we textin' back-to-back-to-back-to-back with no indication Now I'm to you, Takin' you across the world to see a couple different Hood nigga dreams, fuck movie scenes Hit it from the back, your self-esteem you left to visit cuz and 'em, Reconnectin' your mom and 'em Now you me to fly to Sweden after, fly you to the Motherland You was mine and I am yours and you mine when I go on tour I really tryna play no games, I can win the battle, you can win the war I'm just tryna fuck and you either on the bed And we can take it to the Crazy how all started out I saw somethin' that I can't ignore
She said... All of my got friends, yeah All of my bitches got And they bad, bad, so we good It's for the clique, word All of my bitches got You need to pick, nah All of my bitches got
If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put hands up If you and all your bad as fuck, put your hands up If you and all your girls bad as fuck, put your up Yup, put your hands up, Put your hands up If you and all girls bad as fuck, put your hands up If you and all your bad as fuck, put your hands up If you and all your bad as fuck, put your hands up Yup, put your hands up, what? Put your up