[Verse: Armani]
Fuck your vinyl’s for the record, niggas love me on the stream/
Hated on me while i’m broke, but now they jumping on the sling/
Bitch don’t ask if i’m coming to the coach I still don’t wanna meet the team/
Bitch don’t ask why i’m sleeping on the futon, bitches fucking on the king/
Fuck out my face with the okey-doke game, I think i’m just about ready to go/
Petty hoes message, bottom read, it said Giuseppe store/
Every show, grabbing singing she don’t wanna let me go/
Girl, why you pressed on telling me shit I already know/
Bitch I been had it bussing, Bitch I been that discussion/
Don’t Introduce me to your family, Bitch I been had your cousin/
Come in with a thin thot and hit her with a rim shot, Bitch I been had percussion/
Bet a nigga couldn’t bomb on a track us if flex and Bin Laden touched it/
I got it out on a prophecy, and we shoot it out your property/
And I’m not describing misogyny, but my bitch the baddest thing under the stars/
Nigga went from the Broad Chilling to the Broad building/
With a Tall, Broad, Bra, Jaw Built Up/
With Her Carb, Card, Car, All Filled Up/
Couldn’t Picture My Bitch With a Dog Filter Like/
Father God How I Get All These Hoes To Fall In Line For Me/
Hit The Slip, Prescription Dick And List It With The Doctor Fees/
Pussy Got So Wet I Had To Slay That Shit And Wipe The Sheets/
Pussy Got So Wet I Had To Say That Shit Ain't Drop The Beat/
I Fucked Now, Treat A Buss Down Like A Buss Down/
Touch Down, She Can Touch The Tree She One Of Us Now/
Fuck Lounge It’s Only Two People That I Trust Now/
And Both Of Them Niggas Dead So Simon Says I'm By Myself Now/
Fuck your vinyl’s for the record, niggas love me on the stream/
Hated on me while i’m broke, but now they jumping on the sling/
Bitch don’t ask if i’m coming to the coach I still don’t wanna meet the team/
Bitch don’t ask why i’m sleeping on the futon, bitches fucking on the king/
Fuck out my face with the okey-doke game, I think i’m just about ready to go/
Petty hoes message, bottom read, it said Giuseppe store/
Every show, grabbing singing she don’t wanna let me go/
Girl, why you pressed on telling me shit I already know/
Bitch I been had it bussing, Bitch I been that discussion/
Don’t Introduce me to your family, Bitch I been had your cousin/
Come in with a thin thot and hit her with a rim shot, Bitch I been had percussion/
Bet a nigga couldn’t bomb on a track us if flex and Bin Laden touched it/
I got it out on a prophecy, and we shoot it out your property/
And I’m not describing misogyny, but my bitch the baddest thing under the stars/
Nigga went from the Broad Chilling to the Broad building/
With a Tall, Broad, Bra, Jaw Built Up/
With Her Carb, Card, Car, All Filled Up/
Couldn’t Picture My Bitch With a Dog Filter Like/
Father God How I Get All These Hoes To Fall In Line For Me/
Hit The Slip, Prescription Dick And List It With The Doctor Fees/
Pussy Got So Wet I Had To Slay That Shit And Wipe The Sheets/
Pussy Got So Wet I Had To Say That Shit Ain't Drop The Beat/
I Fucked Now, Treat A Buss Down Like A Buss Down/
Touch Down, She Can Touch The Tree She One Of Us Now/
Fuck Lounge It’s Only Two People That I Trust Now/
And Both Of Them Niggas Dead So Simon Says I'm By Myself Now/
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