[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
I'm on demon time
Knowin' ten sticks in the car gives me peace of mind
It's a pizza party
The last bag hit, [?] in Neiman Marcus
They like he retarded, don't ask what she doin' in my Dawn
She cheating, call her, quit beatin' on her
Did you let that nigga fuck? Duh, he's a baller
Two watches on my wrist, bitch I coulda been home owner
Ask about the last nigga, he was no longer
Shells found, it was longer than my phone number
You beatin' on her, she keep wantin' me to come over
I don't understand why niggas whine 'bout thеse bitches
Suicidal thoughts, they'll diе about these bitches
I don't give 'em time, I can't even read my wrist bitch
Hold up, Brooklyn bitch in LA, know forsure that Jay Critch hit
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Nigga you would die for these bitches and it shows
Cryin' out your eyes for a bitch you don't know
Beggin' for replies, you get 'em anything they want
Identify yourself, is you a bitch, or you a hoe?
Ride around the town, you don't never gotta pole
Seen downtown, you was talkin' to the them folks
Feel like you a bitch, I think everyone should know
Identify yourself, is you a bitch or you a hoe? (Shit)
For real, nigga you would die for these bitches and we know (Shit)
Nigga, pillow talkin' on niggas who gettin' it, 'cause you broke
You would give a bitch everything you had 'cause you dumb
Identify yourself, is you a bitch, or you a hoe?
I'm on demon time
Knowin' ten sticks in the car gives me peace of mind
It's a pizza party
The last bag hit, [?] in Neiman Marcus
They like he retarded, don't ask what she doin' in my Dawn
She cheating, call her, quit beatin' on her
Did you let that nigga fuck? Duh, he's a baller
Two watches on my wrist, bitch I coulda been home owner
Ask about the last nigga, he was no longer
Shells found, it was longer than my phone number
You beatin' on her, she keep wantin' me to come over
I don't understand why niggas whine 'bout thеse bitches
Suicidal thoughts, they'll diе about these bitches
I don't give 'em time, I can't even read my wrist bitch
Hold up, Brooklyn bitch in LA, know forsure that Jay Critch hit
[Chorus: Drakeo the Ruler]
Nigga you would die for these bitches and it shows
Cryin' out your eyes for a bitch you don't know
Beggin' for replies, you get 'em anything they want
Identify yourself, is you a bitch, or you a hoe?
Ride around the town, you don't never gotta pole
Seen downtown, you was talkin' to the them folks
Feel like you a bitch, I think everyone should know
Identify yourself, is you a bitch or you a hoe? (Shit)
For real, nigga you would die for these bitches and we know (Shit)
Nigga, pillow talkin' on niggas who gettin' it, 'cause you broke
You would give a bitch everything you had 'cause you dumb
Identify yourself, is you a bitch, or you a hoe?
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