[Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA]
Yeah, my bitch, she's so perfect and bad
And I love when she's shakin' that ass
Go ahead girl, put that guap in the bag
These niggas is trash, they be ass
This Kimber a freak, you get flashed
Why do these nobodies start with me?
They don't got moves, don't got beats, don't got heart like me
It's for real, bustin' drums when I'm packin' the steel
Fishy niggas fuck with her, get grilled, she shaking it up
She touchin' my leg, I know she wanna f- (Fuck this club up)
Dicking her down 'til she feel like it's us, make me feel like a slut
You know that there ain't no heart in me
Die for my bitch, treat that ho like a part of me, uh
I'm not a bachelorette, I'm not a suitor
Bitch, where the cash at? I'm a computer
I feel like AB give Gisele the whole ruler
Keep one eye open like Slick Rick The Ruler
Got one in the head, headin' straight for medullas
Triggerin' nobodies, livin' rent free
These bot niggas livin' vicariously
Through niggas that don't know they exist
If I was them, I'd be pissed
They ride dick for free and they can't pay they rent
I spit on your bitch at the show, let me vent
She came back to you from a show, let him vent
Racks, I'ma get time like tax
'Cause baby got back, I'm just tryin' to relax
Yeah, my bitch, she's so perfect and bad
And I love when she's shakin' that ass
Go ahead girl, put that guap in the bag
These niggas is trash, they be ass
This Kimber a freak, you get flashed
Why do these nobodies start with me?
They don't got moves, don't got beats, don't got heart like me
It's for real, bustin' drums when I'm packin' the steel
Fishy niggas fuck with her, get grilled, she shaking it up
She touchin' my leg, I know she wanna f- (Fuck this club up)
Dicking her down 'til she feel like it's us, make me feel like a slut
You know that there ain't no heart in me
Die for my bitch, treat that ho like a part of me, uh
I'm not a bachelorette, I'm not a suitor
Bitch, where the cash at? I'm a computer
I feel like AB give Gisele the whole ruler
Keep one eye open like Slick Rick The Ruler
Got one in the head, headin' straight for medullas
Triggerin' nobodies, livin' rent free
These bot niggas livin' vicariously
Through niggas that don't know they exist
If I was them, I'd be pissed
They ride dick for free and they can't pay they rent
I spit on your bitch at the show, let me vent
She came back to you from a show, let him vent
Racks, I'ma get time like tax
'Cause baby got back, I'm just tryin' to relax
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