Ha! Frank Mueller, the face like a computer Popping them bottles, spraying the ace like a ruler You got beef, I got shooters And your bitch about to give me brain, watch me school her Listen, let me lick it, put it out, make it pop pop Imma cuff the pussy, she think she fucked a cop And then I put it back in, make her back bend And then I fuck her girlfriend like whats happenin’ Oh baby, for sure baby Tell that blocking ass bitch let go baby Fuck her, just do you and do me (haha!) Bitch mad cause she ugly You know, I be balling like a bitch Made my own condom’s cause these bitches on my dick Pluto, I be higher than a bitch You know, flyer than a bitch My car like a spaceship (yea!)
[Hook: Kid Red]
That nigga, that nigga Everybody know I’m that nigga All this money looking like a fat nigga And I bought them killers better bag back nigga Bag back nigga, and I bought them killers Better bag back nigga (wow) That nigga, that nigga Everbody know I’m that nigga
[Verse 2: Kid Red]
Ima.. player, somebody grab my uniform The bitch head on point like a unicorn I really keep it g, I went to school for the bitches Ima bout to fuck you at the locker tryna kiss her You just talk to them, I take em home for detention Just another sex victim that I never call or mention Gotta keep it pimpin, sorry that’s your sister But I’m on a mission, tell that ho to keep her distance Look, I keep a couple hoes in the studio Rolling with my wolves with them nines like rubio Hoes stop and stare, cause my pinky glare Got a hood bitch, that let me fuck her on the stairs She say she needs some jay’s, so I cop a couple pair I got a private lair, that’ll take her everywhere though Where your bitch at, she with me nigga Kid red, I’m in the streets nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Everbody know I’m that nigga Ima bout to take that ho, from that nigga Ha! here we go, I’m that nigga (Fuck you chris!) hating ass nigga She bout to pop the pills, I just bought the roll up Put the dick up on her head, that’s a weight up on her shoulders I ain’t fucking ratchet pussy, cause that shit is like Ebola In the club I’m like hold up, fuck a club soda Need the ace, I spray it on her face She fuck with broke niggas, old nigga made her pay I told her I’m about a bar as long as I can get a taste Then she bend that ass over and I grabbed her by the waist Told her drop it for me Damn, that ass sick I got a doctor for it My dick got her singing high, opera on her Her boyfriend start to trip, niggas pop up on him Like blocka! blocka! body bag cause i’m…
That nigga, that nigga Everybody know I’m that nigga All this money looking like a fat nigga And I bought them killers better bag back nigga Bag back nigga, and I bought them killers Better bag back nigga (wow) That nigga, that nigga Everybody know I’m that nigga
[Hook]
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