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Yo, I never Wayne, I never fucked Drake
All my life, man, sake
If I did I did a menage 'em
And let 'em eat my ass a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don't duck but tape
Yeah, that was a set up for a on duct tape
bout if my butt's fake
Worried John's singing us Drake
These girls are my sons, and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't a fuck if I was late
Dealing with my man on a G5 is my idea of an
Hut one, hut two, big titties, big too
Fuck them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had to show where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn't test me if their name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we fuck with
I don't fuck with them chickens unless they name is cutlet
Let it soak in, like
And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Stephenson

Raise bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of
but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be
but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches
I got my real niggas here by my side,

I fucked Nicki cause she got a man
But when that's then I'm the first in line
And the day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the time
We had just come from that
You know LA traffic, how the slow
She was down on that big butt
But I was staring at the titties though
Yeah, low key it may be key
I been that you like me you know
Who the fuck you really wanna be besides me?
I mean it doesn't take much for us to do this quietly, I mean
She say I'm obsessed with thick and I agree
right I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch you
So thick that everyone else in the is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look like Claire Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the fuck with you
The NBA players fuck you
The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck you
Oh, that's cause I believe in something, and I for it
And if you ever tryna fuck
give me the heads up so I can plan for it

Raise your and cup in the sky
in the air like the fourth of July
Nothing but bad in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you it be quiet
Nothing but niggas only, bad bitches only
niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss only, thick bitches only
I got my real here by my side, only

I never Nicki and that's fucked up
If I did fuck be fucked up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it
Cause she actin' she need dick in her life
That's story, I'm no story teller
I piss greatness gold is yellow
All my goons so
I'm Holly Groove, the holy Mecca
Accountant say I got for days
I and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
My girl a Bida if she wave
and I fucked with her surfboard, surfboard
My are so bright, I take cover for shade
have my money? I take mothers instead
You got the hickups, you the truth
Then I you burp boy, treat me like sirloin
I'm talkin' runnin' in houses with arm and guns
So think about your son and rooms
Got two goons and got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' bout son and daughter rooms
This is just crazy my nigga, I brazy my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it my
Blood gang the B, I'll behave ya
I'm niggas is for
If you mouth off, I your face off
I pop-pop-pop, then I take off
Now you see me, now you
Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the
17 Ward bully with 17
My story is how I went poor me
To police me a drink and celebrate with me

your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air the fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here
Oh, if you and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches
Rich only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches
I got my real niggas by my side, only