[Intro]
Oh man, oh man, I'ma
I'ma kill this bitch, man
Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at, bitch?
Yuh, ayy
[Verse 1]
We sharin' Sharon at the Sheraton 'cause sharin' is carin'
And Karen is starin' at me, I know she feelin' embarrassed
Grab her by the neck, say, "Bitch, don't ever disrespect me"
Pop the MAC-11 if your soul is feelin' empty
Not so much my enemies but more so my fans I do envy
Yuh, these hoes startin' a frenzy
My dick is feelin' so flimsy, I can barely keep up with a B cup
See, I ain't bring my A-game, can you keep up?
Fuck what you heard, piss on your dirt
Put in that work like private school girls in the first grade
Dade County, born and raised out the 305
Where hookers stick and jive with pocket knives, win the battle lose your life
Fuck your wife in my rusty pickup truck
The same kids you hangin' with the same ones yellin', "Stick em up"
I can resurrect you, I can pick you up out the mud, put you on to somethin'
Show you all the ropes, show you how that money grow
[Chorus]
I can show you how to fuck your bitch
I can show you how to rip that condom off your dick and smack your mama in the lip
Let the children know it's lit
Drop out of school, you know you never had that on your bucket list
I can show you which way you should go
Never listen to your parents, trust me, they don't fucking know what's best for you like I do, yuh, ayy
You think I give a fuck about your IQ?
Oh man, oh man, I'ma
I'ma kill this bitch, man
Where the fuck you at?
Where the fuck you at, bitch?
Yuh, ayy
[Verse 1]
We sharin' Sharon at the Sheraton 'cause sharin' is carin'
And Karen is starin' at me, I know she feelin' embarrassed
Grab her by the neck, say, "Bitch, don't ever disrespect me"
Pop the MAC-11 if your soul is feelin' empty
Not so much my enemies but more so my fans I do envy
Yuh, these hoes startin' a frenzy
My dick is feelin' so flimsy, I can barely keep up with a B cup
See, I ain't bring my A-game, can you keep up?
Fuck what you heard, piss on your dirt
Put in that work like private school girls in the first grade
Dade County, born and raised out the 305
Where hookers stick and jive with pocket knives, win the battle lose your life
Fuck your wife in my rusty pickup truck
The same kids you hangin' with the same ones yellin', "Stick em up"
I can resurrect you, I can pick you up out the mud, put you on to somethin'
Show you all the ropes, show you how that money grow
[Chorus]
I can show you how to fuck your bitch
I can show you how to rip that condom off your dick and smack your mama in the lip
Let the children know it's lit
Drop out of school, you know you never had that on your bucket list
I can show you which way you should go
Never listen to your parents, trust me, they don't fucking know what's best for you like I do, yuh, ayy
You think I give a fuck about your IQ?
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