Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I fucked Drake All my life, man, sake If I did I did a with '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 punchline on duct bout if my butt's fake Worried 'bout John's us Drake These girls are my sons, John and Kate eight When I in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late Dealing my man on a G5 is my idea of an update Hut one, hut two, big titties, big too Fuck with them niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to Had to show bitches where the top is, finger where the rock is These hoes couldn't test me even if name was pop quiz Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't fuck I don't fuck with chickens unless they last name is cutlet Let it soak in, like And tell 'em, tell 'em me, Lance Stephenson
Raise your and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of Nothing but bad bitches in here Oh, if you lame and you it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad only Rich niggas only, bitches only Boss only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side,
I never Nicki cause she got a man But when that's over then I'm the first in And the other day in her I god damn, this is the perfect time We had just come from video You know LA traffic, how the slow She was sitting on that big butt But I was staring at the titties though Yeah, low key it may be key I been peeped that you like me you Who the fuck you wanna be with besides me? I it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean She say I'm with thick women and I agree That's right I my girls BBW, yeah Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch you So thick that everyone in the room is so uncomfortable Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Huxtable Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the fuck with you The NBA fuck with you The bad ass bitches doing makeup and fuck with you Oh, that's cause I in something, and I stand for it And if you ever tryna fuck Just give me the heads up so I can for it
Raise your and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of Nothing but bad bitches in here Oh, if you lame and you it be quiet Nothing but niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, bitches only Boss niggas only, bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side,
I fucked Nicki and that's fucked up If I did she'd be fucked up Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it Cause she actin' she need dick in her life That's another story, I'm no teller I piss greatness gold is yellow All my so overzealous I'm Holly Groove, the holy Mecca say I got money for days I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my My girl from a Bida if she and I fucked with her surfboard, surfboard My eyes are so bright, I take for shade Don't have my money? I take instead You got the hickups, you swallowed the Then I make you boy, treat me like sirloin I'm bout runnin' in houses with arm and guns So think about your son and rooms Got two and they got smaller guns Ain't thinkin' your son and daughter rooms This is just my nigga, I mean brazy my nigga money talk, I just rephrase it my nigga Blood gang the B, I'll behave ya I'm is for reals If you mouth off, I blow your off I pop-pop-pop, then I take off Now you see me, now you Like Jamie Foxx, like Ray Charles 16 in a clip, one in the 17 bully with 17 bullets My is how I went from poor me To police pour me a and celebrate with me
Raise your and cup in the sky Sparks in the air the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in tonight Oh, if you and you know it be quiet Nothing but niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches Boss niggas only, thick bitches I got my real here by my side, only