Look, aha, yup, you know I had to murder this
Shawty type cold, ice froze, no preservatives
Young lad, walk into the pad with a heard a chicks
That's why I don't even talk to 'em, I just chirp a bitch
Nah I'm lyin' I just BBM
Got a bunch of fake niggas tryna BB him
Clean BMs is what these hoes see me in
See these rich niggas, yeah, I'm tryna BB them
Yeah, aha
Before whores, I'm a 4 door
Here come the pussy, get it deeper than the corridor
Report whores, 4 more up in the Ford Explorer
It's the truth, I'm not Boots like Dora Dora
My Nike Checks Val Veto
Shawty I'm recordin', I ain't talkin' 'bout TIVO
She say the 'Dick Game' like a torpedo
So I'm a take her home, and I ain't talkin' 'bout the deep hole
No wait, we sittin' eating creme brulee
Now she wanna take it all back, OJ
No doorman, got a lotta bitches on me
Plus I'm probably with yo mommy, and she got me feelin' raunchy
Feel like fuckin' fuckin' her
Fuck it, put the fuck in her
Now it's back to money man, I'm all about my duckies, brah
Now hustle up and get your buckins up
Your team celibate, you can't fuck with us
Eh, I make a stitch girl horny
And a sky girl stormy
And a fly girl corny
The hoes, yeah, yeah, they all just adore me
I spit the heat, straight from the grill like a 'Forman'
Put your dumb haters in 'Defeat' (The feet), like some Jordans
Or some Nike Checks, so tell me what your sportin'
Tim, no Hortons, been so important
Smooth Criminal, you couldn't Trace Me (Tracy), like Morgan
Yeah, yeah, and I don't even Colla Back
I ain't Gwen Stefani, I don't holla back
Yeah, yeah, and nigga you can Prada that
Like a phone company, tell us, and Roger That
Yeah, just the top of my frame
Got ya girl lookin' good from the top of my frane
Yeah, I'm just freestylin' off the top of my brain
Now it seems like every hoe wanna give me top of some brains, nigga
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