I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts Got the Halloween kicks trick or treatin' the clutch Come on nigga, is you trickin' or what? Flow tighter than a dick in the butt
Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv' Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo White girls tell me, "Hey Nicki, your camp rules Is that why you get more head than shampoos?"
Asalamalakum, no oink for me And I never let a D-boy boink for free 'Cause it's Barbie, bitch, you can join the wave I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined the phrase
You couldn't beat me there if you had a Leer Indian style court side with a cavalier VIP Rosés you can have a beer 'Cause honey, when you getting' money, you don't have a care
Now r-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger that, r-roger that R-roger
Young black Rico's kill for the C-notes But me though, I'm Jack son bitch Tito She wanna play games but this is not bingo Monopoly, I'm past go, go ahead and deep throat
4-chick foursomes, skin colors mocha Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem Pole vault stroke 'em, strike it like bowlin' Now open like you yawnin', it's 6 in the mornin'
Sleepin' on me probably in a coffin I'm hotter than the end of fuckin' August, I'm awesome I'm awesome, repeat it to your grandma and uncles M-mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the motherfucker
Motherfuckers, this the last supper Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer I don't dare love her, I'm a dare devil I don't fear nothin', motherfucker, Young Money
Now roger that, roger that R-roger that, roger that Fuck around and never get roger back
(I'm goin' in) Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette The blunt still wet so pass it like bread We sip side a mug, we call it upset Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden death
I'm a beast, you a pet AK long neck, key sweat Weezy, motherfucker, capo in this bitch with me Money talks and have a convo' in this bitch with me
I'm mountain high, Colorado in this bitch with me Flow crazy, 730, you just 650 20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off Laughin' to the bank, I'm a goof ball
It's Y.M. and we at yo' neck like a violin It's our world, we make it spin and y'all the prey, amen
Now roger that, roger that Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a Rat F-fuck around and never get Roger backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
