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Yo, I fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
All my life, man, fuck's
If I did I did a menage 'em
And let 'em eat my ass a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don't nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a set up for a on duct tape
Worried bout if my butt's
Worried 'bout singing us Drake
These girls are my sons, John and plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I give a fuck if I was late
with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut one, hut two, big titties, big too
Fuck with real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches the top is, ring finger where the rock is
hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't fuck
I don't fuck with them chickens unless they name is cutlet
Let it soak in, seasonin'
And 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson

your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air the fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in tonight
Oh, if you lame and you it be quiet
Nothing but niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, bitches only
I got my niggas here by my side, only

I never fucked cause she got a man
But when that's over then I'm the in line
And the day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the perfect
We had just come from that
You LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on big butt
But I was staring at the titties though
Yeah, low key it may be key
I been peeped that you me you know
Who the fuck you really wanna be with me?
I it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean
She say I'm obsessed with women and I agree
That's I like my girls BBW, yeah
to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
So thick that everyone in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city the mayor fuck with you
The NBA players fuck you
The bad ass bitches doing and hair fuck with you
Oh, that's cause I believe in something, and I for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna
Just give me the up so I can plan for it

Raise bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air the fourth of July
but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you it be quiet
but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches
niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas by my side, only

I never fucked and that's fucked up
If I did fuck she'd be up
Whoever is hittin' hittin' it right
Cause she actin' like she need in her life
That's another story, I'm no story
I piss greatness like is yellow
All my so overzealous
I'm Holly Groove, the holy Mecca
Accountant say I got for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my
My girl from a Bida if she
Baby and I with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I cover for shade
Don't have my money? I mothers instead
You got the hickups, you the truth
Then I you burp boy, treat me like sirloin
I'm bout runnin' in houses with arm and guns
So about your son and daughter rooms
Got two and they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter
This is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy my
That money talk, I rephrase it my nigga
gang take the B, I'll behave ya
I'm is for reals
If you mouth off, I your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop, I take off
Now you see me, now you
Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray
16 in a clip, one in the
17 bully with 17 bullets
My story is how I from poor me
To pour me a drink and celebrate with me

Raise your and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the of July
but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you it be quiet
but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent only
Boss niggas only, bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side,