Steve Harvey

Aha-Aha... yea
Niggaz ask where BoB been at
Well I'll tell you where I been
Not on Epstein's Island
At home, not dick riding
(What yo' ass say?)
Stacking Tubmans
I ain't no thug
But I'm thuggin'
They say don't judge
But I'm judging

Married to the game
I'm her husband
On numerous occasions
They inquire like "Were you cloned
And why did you go quiet?"
Everybody holler "Stay woke!"
Well even woke niggaz get tired
Took a snooze and got my mind off the rumors
You in her DMs and I'm in her uterus
Ghetto exuberance, dapper accouterments

My truest thoughts are intrusive
Yo soy tu Daddy
She throw it back like
"Is it good Daddy?"
She wanna Shibari
I put them 10k ropes on her body
Now she wanna party
Her and her friend
Ask if I'm poly
I told 'em prolly

Girl, it's yo' world
Do what you want
It's your choice
It's your body
Big booty heaux
Hump wit' it
Big booty heaux
Hump wit' it

It don't take Sherlock Holmes
To see you got Stockholm syndrome
I'm a paradoxical nigga
Walk into a room and start a schism
(What yo' ass say?)
They must not know
They must need reminding
I will never fold
You can't origami

Oh you ain't know my pen was crazier?
She love my southern embolalia
Nutty bish macadamia
Stacking that bank, Azalea
Industry plants, hydrangeas
No I don't know who these strangers is
I haven't the slightest
Musta got overnighted

MmmHmmHmm, how she
MmmHmmHmm, she gon'
MmmHmmHmm, when I
MmmHmmHmm
Abawaka abawaka
She
"RrrikkErrriKkk"
On my dik like Serato
Like I flip the switch she on auto
Told me hit her shit in staccato

Like "Who you think you talking to... Girl you know I'm Bobby Ray!"
This the part of the show where we find out
It's debaucherous, shit just be scandalous
Bitches be flying out
Remember when rappers would fake it
Like they was all rowdy row
Now niggaz catch bodies for real
And ain't no one lyin' now