Pick up the god phone
Bitch where the fuck you Tuesday? With who you I at the studio what'd you do screw Dre? You went there for me Boo that is too lame Keep playing me you're end up with 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 spent time with you, you say "Ok yeeah, I'm coo-coo, hey?" Well, you
And I'd be the person who screwed you today Oh, four? Dre, Drake, Oh touche You were too for me Thought you was my one True Blue Ace But you ain't and I can see you you make That little boo-boo 'cause I'm hanging up this phone, boo You my fucking Bluetooth ache You feeling blue too Go yourself you make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid what you say to someone you hate
My life be so much better If you dropped dead (dead) I was laying in bed last thinking And this thought just popped in my And I thought, shit just be a lot easier If you dropped (dead) I would feel so (so) (much) better (better, better, better)
Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the Hop on the freeway trying to get some time alone and just Then the cops pulled me but they let me go 'Cause I told 'em I'm only driving 'Cause that bitch drove me to drink I'm on my fuck ho's But a whole new hatred for blondes, but I hate all the same, baby come on Excuse the pun but bitch you're such a statement And I am channeling my through every single station it's on
'Cause a broke 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 time for me to get the dust off And pick up off the carpet But never say the L-word again I la-la-la-la Ah I hope you this song and go into a cardiac arrest My would be so much better if you just
My will be so much better If you dropped dead (dead) I was laying in bed last thinking And this thought just in my head And I wouldn't shit 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 someone to die So bad in my fucking, But it there's 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 this ho I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name (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 get atached with the failer And him to the tail of my bumper To scratch them with the back of my like I'm itchin' to get hitched
Yeah I'm rich as a bitch but bitches shit I'd rather leave a in a ditch Bitch you complain you listen to this But you still throw at me That's what I call a bicth
That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on Long as I got a bat and two balls it's but my dick's on strike So all love shit is null and void bitch I'm a droid, I void cupid stupid wasn't for blowjobs be unemployed
Oi oi oi, man oh man, you boy boy Getting sick at girls girls girls Oink oink You fucking pigs all you good boys doink doink
I got 99 problems and the bitch one all 99 of them I need a machine gun I take 'em all out I hope you hear song And into a cardiac arrest Have a heart attack and just dead And I'mma throw a fucking after this 'cause
My life will be so better If you just dropped dead (dead)(I you) I was laying in bed last thinking And this thought just popped in my (you baby) And I thought wouldn't shit be a lot easier If you dropped (dead) I would so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)
I'm just playing bitch, you I love you