[Verse 1: Idontknowjeffery]
We can fly to Sin city if you tryna sin with me
Keys to the Benz and I got some twins with me
I'm with a group of bitches acting superstitious uh
But I'm a P Diddy yup and its no biggie
Excuse me, Pardon me this one for my hoes who hustle hard as me
Drug ya then they rob ya when ya fall asleep
They bumping too much Jeffery too much Cardi B
Misogyny but she massaging me?
I move into her crib like she Taraji P. and you could never ever get apology nigga
You gotta better chance of hittin' the lottery
Fucked up in the head I got demons inside of me
Fucked up in the head jagged edge I gotta be
It's the, It's the night hawk on the side walk
Tryna decide if Ima drunk drive or high walk
Let's go I fuck her in the morning this that Sunny D
She made a thousand dollars that got brung to me and you could never ever make it on the team nigga
You couldn't even make it on the 2nd string
100 thousand dollars, fuck ya mean
I grew up in the hood eating Pork n Beans
I smell like Jimmy Choo, I smell like Listerine
I'm talkin' to ya boo you tryna intervene
Uh I'm talkin to ya boo
Its like an interview
And that bitch that's next to you she got some questions too
She show me all her buttons Im tryna press a few
I'm tryna pull her card (yessir)
We can fly to Sin city if you tryna sin with me
Keys to the Benz and I got some twins with me
I'm with a group of bitches acting superstitious uh
But I'm a P Diddy yup and its no biggie
Excuse me, Pardon me this one for my hoes who hustle hard as me
Drug ya then they rob ya when ya fall asleep
They bumping too much Jeffery too much Cardi B
Misogyny but she massaging me?
I move into her crib like she Taraji P. and you could never ever get apology nigga
You gotta better chance of hittin' the lottery
Fucked up in the head I got demons inside of me
Fucked up in the head jagged edge I gotta be
It's the, It's the night hawk on the side walk
Tryna decide if Ima drunk drive or high walk
Let's go I fuck her in the morning this that Sunny D
She made a thousand dollars that got brung to me and you could never ever make it on the team nigga
You couldn't even make it on the 2nd string
100 thousand dollars, fuck ya mean
I grew up in the hood eating Pork n Beans
I smell like Jimmy Choo, I smell like Listerine
I'm talkin' to ya boo you tryna intervene
Uh I'm talkin to ya boo
Its like an interview
And that bitch that's next to you she got some questions too
She show me all her buttons Im tryna press a few
I'm tryna pull her card (yessir)
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