I got this one bad bitch That always calls me after work When ho becomes a religion, She prays whiles she makes it twerk These sluts want the D, I agree, They say they crave it I put a motherfucking cuff On the pussy, I enslave it Bitch listen closely, You can hear the fans raving us I go fucking bananas, So you know them apes is bathing us 8 doobies to the face?
Nigga fuck that! A couple of bong rips, Her thong slips, I'm up in that Oddy got the dope dick, She chokes while she sucks it Bitch smoke pole like a crack Addict with crust lips Rub clits, please dont worry about diseases Makin bitches scrub with Purrel Before they begin to please it
We cause mischief, pitting And splitting up in the living room Always in the spotlight, You in the dark getting ridiculed On that diesel fuel, Going harder than charger pistons Think you've had enough, You haven't, Quit your bitching, Fucking drink it I didn't come to stand around And have all these people looking At some faggots standing By the wall looking like fucking pussies Get it straight, No edge, But if you are then get the fuck out
No bitch shit here, You fight back or get knocked the fuck out Epileptic flow, It's like Rozay series of seizures I ain't Kreayshawn, But all these bitches still at my leisure Ignorance is bliss, Yet I'm always outstanding her I did it on you niggas, Shitted on em, Jenna Hannenburg
Uhm, Uh Okay you fancy huh? Spit a lot of game for a bitch that hasnt Anti'd Up Get it straight, Don't act wrong and get fussy Got bitches rocking Mags round The house in they undies And bluntly, I tell them I'm done And that they could leave Wipe me down and get a tissue For the semen on your sleeve Leave the bitches on the futon, My kids on they forehead Bust a nut, That's Fucking up, They makeup like a warhead Shitted on em, Nicki menage a trois in this fat bitch Running on this track, Cardio like a fat bitch Iron in her diet, She suffering from anemia I feed the dick to these birds,
Part 1, Fuck bulemia Part 2, The Weeknd, And some Mike's Hard Lemonade Some Jager, I wager, Fuck with this hand made hand grenade Wondering if this plundering, Tumblring gang of thieves Will ever seize being dope To a tolerable degree
I see you. You scared of the wear And tear of the heat From the fire under your seat, While you rappin of beat You shoot me in a dream, You better wake up and apologize Rene Descartes, Blow kush and philosiphise
Look if Yeezy swagger killed him Off how come I ain't extinct? I tame a bitch, I'm like A zookeeper man I cage this shit Taking many hits from this excellent Herbal Cali excrement Experiment, This leaf Has got me on another exodus Blow an ounce green comes In all these different flavors Breaking every fucking law, What you expect from teenagers?
I just want a good time, Blow this party up like The Hundreds But if bitches stay persistent I'm bound to throw some punches His face bloody, That shit Definitely wasn't an accident This party ain't hardcore Until someone leaves in an ambulance If I remember anything, Tonight wasn't good enough Now turn that fucking Flocka up, I still ain't feeling hood enoughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
