Pick up the god phone
Bitch where the fuck you Tuesday? who you say? I wasn't at the Bitch what'd you do Dre? You there looking for me Boo that excuse is too Keep me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, lying slut you told me you knew Dre Que Lupe? You want to lose two You try to flip on me? If I spent more 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 too two-faced for me Thought you was my one True Blue Ace But you ain't and I can see you when you That little boo-boo face 'cause I'm hanging up phone, boo You make my fucking Bluetooth You feeling too late Go smurf yourself you make me smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid Here's what you say to you hate
My life will be so better If you dropped dead (dead) I was in bed last night thinking And this thought popped in my head And I thought, wouldn't just be a lot easier If you dropped (dead) I would feel so (so) much (much) (better, better, better)
I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink Hop on the freeway trying to get some time and just think Then the cops pulled me over but let me go 'Cause I told 'em I'm driving drunk 'Cause that bitch drove me to drink I'm on my fuck ho's But a whole new for blondes, but bias? I all bitches 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 woman my he-art, I say he-art 'Cause you ripped it in two And threw it in the garbage, who do you you are? Bitch guess it's for me to get the dust off And myself up off the carpet But never say the L-word again I la-la-la-la Ah I hope you hear this song and go into a arrest My life would be so better if you just
My life will be so much If you dropped dead (dead) I was laying in bed night thinking And thought just popped in my head And I thought wouldn't just be a lot easier If you dead (dead) I would so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)
'Cause you me love me, Bitch, was a lie Now I someone to die So bad in my fucking, But fuck it there's fish in the sea
And I'mma a whale of a time 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 name (great)
I might hit the club on a tail, uh for me say fuck it kick some shots back and hammer the nailer These bitches tryna get atached with the And him to the tail of my bumper To scratch them with the back of my trailer I'm itchin' to get hitched
Yeah I'm rich as a but bitches ain't shit I'd rather leave a in a ditch Bitch you complain when you to this But you still yourself at me That's what I call pitchin' a
That's why I'm at this chicks on sight Long as I got a bat and two balls foul but my dick's on strike So all that love is null and void bitch I'm a droid, I cupid stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed
Oi oi oi, man oh man, you boy boy Getting sick at these girls girls oink oink You fucking pigs all you good doink doink doing
I got 99 and the bitch ain't one She's all 99 of I need a machine gun I take 'em all out I hope you hear this And grow into a arrest a heart attack and just drop dead And I'mma throw a fucking after this 'cause
My life will be so much If you just dropped dead (dead)(I you) I was laying in bed last thinking And this thought popped in my head (you baby) And I thought wouldn't shit be a lot easier If you dead (dead) I feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)
I'm playing bitch, you know I love you