Yeah, uh, yeah, uh-uh, Beotch, on, yeah, uh, uh He-he y'all ain't Come on now, turn me up a bit
Every thing you heard yo that's my You play the herd and repeat word It get on your nerves to see how we Watches that shine with his and her furs
Straight from the to the suburb In the black suburb plucking birds, served Y'all ain't never learned how this world it was over, huh now we returned
To whom it may when you're hot you burn Maybe it wasn't meant to be or it just your turn The rules also stern nigga get what you And we still in silence, nigga ya heard?
Y'all know who are, wanna battle? Better call An end to all that you legit? Spit a bar What? See I won the show got the flow Finding loads of bank in my underclothes
the original and everybody know I rock diamonds that's red, and indigo I'm undroppable, You hold me down don't you know I'm unstoppable
Niggas run up in my pussy like a Pap smear I'ma you know, just like I told you last year Niggas stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh Too bitches just be licking the dick
And I'm a picky one I my dicks rock hard Not the sticky ones that like slaw Oh missing the shower pissing All up in your mouth what? You I'm kidding?
'Cause everything we do we got a to You me we despise you If what say is true we the baddest crew I'm far from broke so why should I be mad at
my French but uh sometimes I get kind of peeved at these weak With these supreme baller lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em G, y'all sound like me
my French but uh sometimes I get kind of peeved at these week You niggas got some audacity you a million Now half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch
You must be out mind or you must be high Fucking with the Teflon from the Sty No where shy see I make you cry The way I rock you to like a lullaby
Oh and by the way, you got one more day All you got to pay boo you got to say Yeah bring it on bitch, you strong bitch Thought you'd be long wrong bitch
Got nothing but but when push comes to shove We turn to thugs and we put on gloves Commence to licking slugs you ain't up More bags up, fake thug, nigga what?
Pardon my French but uh I get of peeved at these weak Emcee's With these supreme baller like lyrics I call 'em I see 'em G, y'all sound like me
my French but uh sometimes I get kind of peeved at these Emcee's You got some audacity you sold a million Now you're half of me, get off my dick, kick it
Pardon my but uh sometimes I get kind of peeved at these weak With these supreme like lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em G, y'all sound like me
Pardon my French but uh I get kind of at these week Emcee's You got some audacity you sold a million Now half of me, get off my dick, kick it bitch