Deez Biddys

I'ma creep, I'ma dog Fuggin' your bitch, she lemme hit it raw Got it on tape, would never show it off Panaramic take, so you could see it all 1st verse I display 'em all, then never call 'em back I don't need 'em all, but never take it back Make that bitch lick my balls, while I roll another bag Then hop up out the car, tell that bitch to take a cab I be on that mota r-rollin' coma f-far from sober Bonita rosa she roll it up legal California Los scandalous I be rappin' this when I put it on ya West Coast got bestest in bitch brew in the cloudy doja Yaaa, pop it while you handstand Yaaa, drop it like you can't stand Like you on band stand Quit talkin' all that I don't need a man You the type of bitch that be my biggest fan My bitch, a bad piece Your bitch, got bad teeth My bitch, roll mad weed Your bitch, got bad feet muddafugga they, stink