Pick up the god phone
Bitch where the were you Tuesday? who you say? I wasn't at the what'd you do screw Dre? You there looking for me Boo that is too lame playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, slut you never told me you knew Dre Que Lupe? You to lose two legs You try to this on me? If I spent more time you, you say "Ok yeeah, I'm coo-coo, hey?" Well, you
And I'd be the third who screwed you today Oh, Dre, Drake, Lupe? Oh touche You too two-faced for me Thought you was my one True Blue Ace But you and I can see you when you make That little boo-boo 'cause I'm hanging up this phone, boo You make my Bluetooth ache You blue too late Go smurf yourself you make me smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid Here's what you say to someone you
My life will be so much If you just dropped (dead) I was in bed last night thinking And this thought just in my head And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot If you dropped (dead) I would feel so (so) much (much) (better, better, better)
Think I just relapsed, this bitch me over the brink Hop on the freeway trying to get some time alone and just Then the cops me over but they let me go 'Cause I told 'em I'm only driving 'Cause that bitch drove me to drink I'm back on my ho's But a new hatred for blondes, but bias? I hate all bitches the same, come on Excuse the pun but bitch you're a broad statement And I am channeling my through every single station it's on
'Cause a woman my he-art, I say he-art you ripped 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 myself up off the carpet But I'll never say the again I la-la-la-la Ah I hope you this song and go into a cardiac arrest My life would be so much if you just
My will be so much better If you dropped dead (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 dropped (dead) I feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)
you told me You'd me, Bitch, was a lie Now I Wanted to die So bad in my fucking, But fuck it other fish in the sea
And I'mma have a whale of a Being a sailor for the night bitch on a scale Of 1 to 10, I must be the holy grailer Catch this ho I got an Oscar attached to my fucking (great)
I might hit the club on a 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 them with the back of my trailer like I'm itchin' to get hitched
Yeah I'm rich as a bitch but bitches ain't I'd rather leave a bitch in a Bitch you when you listen to this But you still throw at me That's what I pitchin' a bicth
That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul but my dick's on So all that shit is null and void bitch I'm a droid, I void cupid stupid for blowjobs you'd be unemployed
Oi oi oi, man oh man, you boy boy Getting at these girls girls girls Oink oink You fucking pigs all you good doink doink doing
I got 99 problems and the ain't one She's all 99 of them I a machine gun I take 'em all out I you hear this song And grow into a arrest Have a heart attack and drop dead And I'mma throw a fucking party after this
My life will be so much If you dropped dead (dead)(I hate you) I was laying in bed last night And this thought just popped in my (you baby) And I wouldn't shit just be a lot easier If you dead (dead) I would feel so (so) (much) better (better, better, better)
I'm playing bitch, you know I love you