Godzilla

[Intro] Ugh, you're a monster [Chorus: Oba Rowland] Ain't no hoes in my clique, I got hoes on my dick Round this bitch I'm Godzilla R-round this bitch I'm Godzilla I got bands in my denim, she got friends why not hit em' I'm a fuckin' live nigga and I'ma fuckin' die winnin' Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Uh, slam Cadillac doors diamond glow on these hoes New fur on my back sweep the floor on these hoes That top was A1 had to Vogue on that hoe Hit the bitch from the back strike a pose in her throat I'm like, uhh, I'm fresh out the dirt, bitch, I might go berzerk I kill everything Kato find 'em a hearse My mind doesn't work someone find him in church Chrome to your dreads bitch I'm gone off the meds Got hitters to cut off the bone from your flesh I sauté a nigga I'm known as the chef Got a white bitch that look like Selena Gomez Ooo, I might go Bieber on niggas Aluminum bat Derek Jeter on niggas Too much Tequila I bleed from the liver Exterminator got the heat for the critters Ain't making money with him, fuck 'em Hard to trust these bitches I would never cuff em' I was out there bussin', niggas clutching ovens Coldest from the bottom, that is no discussion Fuck the repercussions, sleep the reapers cousin I'm my brother's keeper, I'ma keep the covenet Side bitch foreign, bitch is speakin' Russian Going Godzilla we can't even function nigga [Chorus: Oba Rowland] Ain't no hoes in my clique, I got hoes on my dick Round this bitch I'm Godzilla R-round this bitch I'm Godzilla I got bands in my denim, she got friends why not hit em' I'm a fuckin' live nigga and I'ma fuckin' die winnin' Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch [Verse 2: B.o.B] Godammit who them niggas makin' all that racket in the back Can't you see I'm tryna teach a class Talk about a graduation cap Never say some shit and take it back in these raps no ain't no exaggeration ain't no cap Niggas think they runnin' shit, must be to my runnin' shit like (huff huff) Give a dime a dummer dick now I got my thumb this bitch face All of the time, bitches be lyin' She don't own no clothin' line she just do lines Mental apocalypse, you got a job and shit I do the opposite Niggas be poppin' shit, I turn into Pac and shit Hold up Fuck are you talkin' to? You'll be dead at your eulogy There's your walk that you bark if you What up? Pay the blunts, straight Yo shit is moderate, I'm a postmodernist I do the bodyin', they do the copyin' Niggas ain't smokin' what I smoke, it's obvious Niggas be actin' like bitches, androgynous Eight albums in and they fucked the Kardashian How she keep goin' and don't need no Oxygen? 'Round this bitch, she throat zilla [Chorus: Oba Rowland] Ain't no hoes in my clique, I got hoes on my dick Round this bitch I'm Godzilla R-round this bitch I'm Godzilla I got bands in my denim, she got friends why not him em' I'm a fuckin' live nigga and I'ma fuckin' die winnin' Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch