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[Chorus:] Shitted on 'em, man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em, put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em Shitted on 'em, man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em, put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'm go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em Let me shake it off I just signed a couple deals I might break you off And we ain't making up I don't need a mediator Just let them bums blow steam, radiator [Chorus] This stone is flawless F1 I keep shooters up top in the F1 A lot of bad bitches beggin' me to eff one But I'm a eat them rap bitches when the chef come Throw some fresh one's More talent in my mother fuckin left thumb She ain't a Nicki fan then the bitch deaf dumb You a'int my son you my mother fuckin step-son Songtexte[Chorus] All these bitches is my sons And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix Bitch I get money so I do's what I pleases I live where the mother fuckin pools and the trees is Broke bitches so crusty (disgust me) Gave the bitch a ride got the Continental dusty Trust me I keep a couple hundred in the duff' b Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me I'm the terminator bitch talk slick I am have to terminate her these little nappy headed hoes need a perminator You my seed I spray you with germinator Move back bugs matter fact you know the queen could use a back rub If you could turn back time, Cher You used the be here but now you gone Nair [Chorus] (Thanks to CoolinitQuilla for correcting these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania