Pick up the god phone
Bitch the fuck were you Tuesday? who you say? I at the studio what'd you do screw Dre? You went there for me Boo excuse is too lame Keep playing me you're gonna end up a huge goose egg
You fake, lying you never told me you knew Dre Que Lupe? You want to lose two You try to flip on me? If I more time with you, you say "Ok yeeah, I'm coo-coo, hey?" Well, you
And I'd be the third person who you today Oh, four? Dre, Drake, Oh touche You too two-faced for me Thought you was my number one True Ace But you ain't and I can see you you make That little boo-boo face I'm hanging up this phone, boo You my fucking Bluetooth ache You feeling blue too Go smurf yourself you make me wanna puke blue Kool Aid Here's what you say to someone you
My life will be so better If you just dropped (dead) I was laying in bed night thinking And this thought just in my head And I thought, wouldn't just be a lot easier If you dead (dead) I would feel so (so) much (much) (better, better, better)
Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the Hop on the freeway trying to get some alone and just think Then the cops pulled me over but let me go 'Cause I told 'em I'm only drunk 'Cause that bitch drove me to I'm back on my fuck ho's But a whole new hatred for blondes, but I all bitches the same, baby come on Excuse the pun but bitch such a broad statement And I am channeling my anger through every single it's on
'Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say 'Cause you it in two pa-arts And it in the garbage, who do you think you are? Bitch guess it's time for me to get the off And pick up off the carpet But I'll never say the again I la-la-la-la Ah I hope you hear this and go into a cardiac arrest My life would be so better if you just
My life will be so much If you just dead (dead) I was in bed last night thinking And thought just popped in my head And I wouldn't shit just be a lot easier If you dead (dead) I feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)
you told me You'd me, Bitch, was a lie Now I someone to die So bad in my fucking, But fuck it there's other in the sea
And I'mma have a of a time Being a single sailor for the bitch on a scale Of 1 to 10, shit I be the holy grailer Catch this ho I got an attached to my fucking name (great)
I hit the club on a chica's tail, uh Made for me say it kick some shots back and hammer the nailer These bitches tryna get atached the failer And latch him to the of my bumper To scratch them with the of my trailer like I'm itchin' to get hitched
I'm rich as a bitch but bitches ain't shit I'd rather leave a bitch in a Bitch you complain when you listen to But you still yourself at me That's what I call a bicth
That's why I'm swinging at chicks on sight Long as I got a bat and two balls it's but my dick's on strike So all that love shit is null and void I'm a droid, I void cupid stupid wasn't for you'd be unemployed
Oi oi oi, man oh man, you boy boy Getting sick at these girls girls oink oink You fucking all you good boys doink doink doing
I got 99 problems and the ain't one She's all 99 of I need a machine gun I take 'em all out I hope you hear this And into a cardiac arrest Have a attack and just drop dead And I'mma throw a fucking party this 'cause
My will be so much better If you just dead (dead)(I hate you) I was laying in bed last night And this thought just in my head (you baby) And I thought shit just be a lot easier If you dead (dead) I feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)
I'm just playing bitch, you know I you