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Pull up to your addy, hop out of the caddy I'm up on my bully and today I'm aggy I fuck on your daddy, I do this shit gladly 'Cause he wanna hang like his fucking pants saggy But he gotta come with them bands Bitch so flat that a bitch can't land If it ain't the money then what is you saying? Bitch catch both hands like I'm praying, wait yeah Momma say, this pussy thicker than pepper steak Put it on his face like pepper spray I even tell him no only yesterday Never catching me lagging bitch, I'm outchea and I'm ready hoe Put a spell on a bitch like I'm whipping up some SpaghettiOs Pass that up, I'ma cash that buck If my grass stay cut, won't last off luck No cast but I cut niggas fast as fuck I been a G, no wagon or truck I put a nigga on a shirt and I ain't talking 'bout no merch drop This pussy worth a lot of bread, so we gon' call this bird box That bitch slower than a turtle, ay Tell her to rap like a girdle, ay He claiming me I'ma hurt him, ay That ain't my baby, I'm fertile, ay Niggas showing they true colors, my true colors stay purple 'Cause they need to see that I'm royalty, put the glasses on Steve Urkel SongtexteYeah, I finger myself on the stage, it wasn't underage, they lied I wonder when a bunch of college kids screaming "Fuck me" turned five The media stay flipping shit like I went home and I cried Bitch this my body I'll fuck around and finger myself on Live Bitch I'm never scared, never cared, shit you rock, bitch I'll never wear Catch that bitch in Chicago and one punch drop her in Delaware Your own block, you never there By myself, I'm never pair Keep one of my sleeve and my pants, that's why they hella flare They 'bout this, they 'bout that, they getting money, they big liars All y'all niggas fake as shit like Jamal off Empire You waiting on one check, by then I done touched ten wires Head game so fire like I sat under a wig dryer Stay the fuck out my face, your wig older than Myspace That wig must be tight lace, couldn't keep up on my light pace I blew three hundred at the steakhouse and I ain't even add on dessert My pussy stay having asthma attacks, so I let it breathe in the skirt I hate a easy bitch, a needy bitch, a let me smoke your weedy bitch A guy come she leave me bitch, touch me after sneezing bitch I'on owe no nigga shit, I'on give a fuck if you feed me bitch Eat this pussy in return, now we both fed, act greedy bitch I can't even see ya, like my wig cut like Sia Got more dough, pizzeria, when you looked on my Visa Bitch slow gotta speed up, no I don't need much Flight attendant bring me food, I said, "What are these," she said "These nuts" I laughed then I had to mumble, all these bitches need to be humble These hoes get a couple of bundles then they really think they Rapunzel I can't never let the bag crumble, Jordyn Woods let the bag fumble Yeah, you drop music, but it's weak as fuck, so pick it up that's a stumble And I put that up on gang, I might fuck around, go insane Shootin' in your crib like Tyler Perry turned a happy home into a House of Payne And there ain't no bitch in my lane, I can always spare change Devil tryna break me but it never work like McDonalds' ice cream machine, man Aus Songtexte Mania