Pocket on loud, bottle full of yes Little bit of poison, little bit of death Little bit of ass, and a whole lotta hips All white all night, I ain't talkin' bout bricks That ain't cocky, that's confidence Speak English, what the problem is? You a 1+1 simple sum'a'bitch I'm long divis', so hard to get Just passed go, you a starter kit You prevalence, can't find like this Hard to swallow somethin' this sick Still tryna figure how to market it I'm a backseat rider, head held higher Pussy tighter, always flier Never measure up to a bitch like me, girl You will never climb a mountain this steep, girl We different breeds, you imperial, I'm so metric I'm stuntin' on hoes, far as I know None of y'all strong enough to carry my load None of y'all down to go as far as I go Put the still to your neck and let it unload Like bam bam bam! What you do that fo'? To let you know Know what? To get your weight up Sky high fly, I don't even need your paper So now you know, to get your weight up Sky high fly, I don't even need your paperTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
