[Intro]
Ay, ay, ay
Aight, fuck
[Verse 1]
Fo' fo's, I'm tippin', fat bitches strippin'
Catch they coochie drippin', and my tongue lickin', witcho' kids, all up in the kitchen
Makin' sandwich, and use the manwhich, and use the mayonnaise, I got some fat gays
And they lookin' at me like, "What you doin'?" I'm like... "Nigga, who you screwin'?"
Got a daughter, got a son, see your teacher, reverend one
Make that A, make her come, oh, shit, here they come
Cops is comin', and niggas hummin', and now I'm gunnin', and now I'm runnin'
My teacher comin', tryna get me, oh, he's thirty, he's tryna kiss me
I got a gun, I'm 'bout to go, oh, shit, nah, I find out my mom's a hoe
Now she givin' me dollars, tryna swallow all my childrеn, oh shit
That's death, have sex, my girlfriеnd's your ex
Your ex, my chick, transsexual slut and she got a dick
Now I'm sick to my stomach, Chris Brown, he tryna run and
I'm tryna leave, this bitch mad 'cause my girlfriend wearin' a weave
I'm like, "It's fake," she like "It's real," with a white bitch tryna pop some pills
Roll in a hill, havin' a threesome with your mom, Michael, and Jack and Jill
But that's four, she's a whore, I'm with- uhh, Chanté Moore
That bitch six, I'm like "Shit," oh, fuck... fuck this shit
[Break]
*laughing*
Ayy, ayy *laughing*
Ayy!
Ay, ay, ay
Aight, fuck
[Verse 1]
Fo' fo's, I'm tippin', fat bitches strippin'
Catch they coochie drippin', and my tongue lickin', witcho' kids, all up in the kitchen
Makin' sandwich, and use the manwhich, and use the mayonnaise, I got some fat gays
And they lookin' at me like, "What you doin'?" I'm like... "Nigga, who you screwin'?"
Got a daughter, got a son, see your teacher, reverend one
Make that A, make her come, oh, shit, here they come
Cops is comin', and niggas hummin', and now I'm gunnin', and now I'm runnin'
My teacher comin', tryna get me, oh, he's thirty, he's tryna kiss me
I got a gun, I'm 'bout to go, oh, shit, nah, I find out my mom's a hoe
Now she givin' me dollars, tryna swallow all my childrеn, oh shit
That's death, have sex, my girlfriеnd's your ex
Your ex, my chick, transsexual slut and she got a dick
Now I'm sick to my stomach, Chris Brown, he tryna run and
I'm tryna leave, this bitch mad 'cause my girlfriend wearin' a weave
I'm like, "It's fake," she like "It's real," with a white bitch tryna pop some pills
Roll in a hill, havin' a threesome with your mom, Michael, and Jack and Jill
But that's four, she's a whore, I'm with- uhh, Chanté Moore
That bitch six, I'm like "Shit," oh, fuck... fuck this shit
[Break]
*laughing*
Ayy, ayy *laughing*
Ayy!
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