Pick up the god phone
where the fuck were you Tuesday? With who you I at the studio Bitch what'd you do screw You there looking for me Boo excuse is too lame Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a goose egg
You fake, lying slut you never me you knew Dre Que Lupe? You want to lose two You try to this on me? If I spent more with you, you say "Ok yeeah, I'm coo-coo, hey?" Well, you
And I'd be the person who screwed you today Oh, four? Dre, Drake, Oh touche You were too for me Thought you was my number one True Ace But you ain't and I can see you when you That little boo-boo face I'm hanging up this phone, boo You make my Bluetooth ache You blue too late Go smurf yourself you make me smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid Here's what you say to you hate
My life be so much better If you just dropped (dead) I was laying in bed last night And this thought just popped in my And I thought, shit just be a lot easier If you dropped (dead) I would feel so (so) much (much) (better, better, better)
Think I just relapsed, this pushed me over the brink Hop on the freeway trying to get some time alone and think Then the cops pulled me but they let me go 'Cause I told 'em I'm only driving 'Cause that drove me to drink I'm back on my fuck ho's But a whole new for blondes, but bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby on Excuse the pun but bitch such a broad statement And I am channeling my through every single station it's on
'Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say 'Cause you it in two pa-arts And threw it in the garbage, who do you think you Bitch it's time for me to get the dust off And pick myself up off the But I'll say the L-word again I la-la-la-la Ah I hope you this song and go into a cardiac arrest My life be so much better if you just
My life will be so better If you just dropped (dead) I was laying in bed night thinking And this thought just popped in my And I thought wouldn't shit be a lot easier If you dropped (dead) I would feel so (so) (much) better (better, better, better)
'Cause you me love me, Bitch, was a lie Now I Wanted to die So bad in my fucking, But fuck it other fish in the sea
And I'mma have a of a time Being a sailor for the night bitch on a scale Of 1 to 10, shit I must be the grailer Catch this ho I got an Oscar attached to my name (great)
I hit the club on a chica's tail, uh Made for me say fuck it kick some back and hammer the nailer These bitches tryna get with the failer And him to the tail of my bumper To scratch them with the back of my like I'm itchin' to get hitched
Yeah I'm rich as a bitch but ain't shit I'd rather leave a in a ditch Bitch you when you listen to this But you still yourself at me That's what I call pitchin' a
That's why I'm swinging at this on sight as I got a bat and two balls it's foul but my dick's on strike So all love shit is null and void bitch I'm a droid, I void cupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed
Oi oi oi, man oh man, you boy boy Getting sick at these girls girls oink oink You fucking pigs all you good doink doink doing
I got 99 and the bitch ain't one She's all 99 of them I need a gun I 'em all out I hope you hear this song And grow into a arrest Have a heart attack and drop dead And I'mma throw a fucking after this 'cause
My life will be so better If you dropped dead (dead)(I hate you) I was laying in bed night thinking And this thought popped in my head (you baby) And I thought shit just be a lot easier If you dropped (dead) I would feel so (so) (much) better (better, better, better)
I'm just playing bitch, you I love you