Preach

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

Damn girl looking good in your baby phat

You got an ass a skinny nigga could handle that

Look I ain't T-Pain I don't love strippers

I might buy em a drank if that ass thicker

Look I’m a hustler I like to get the cash quicker

And I don’t settle for less I’m not no ass kisser

I’m the ladies man bring your lady friends

I’mma bring my niggas and we can get it in

She like to pop pills, I like to pop steel

And leave a bitch ass nigga with a doctor bill

You fealing low, ma? You don’t need Dr. Phil

I got this Mary Jane shit ease your mind forreal

Lets take a trip to my apartment

Take a lil shot of patron get it started girl

You fuckin’ with a gangster tonight so say goodbye to the wankster type

You with the Rock

[Spoken word: Kendrick Lamar]

Let me tell y’all something

I seen this bitch right she fine than a motherfucker I ain’t gone lie straight up

I take her home though, fucked and got off, Pitbull type

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

Now do I love them hoes, hell no

Take her to the swap meet before Melrose

Not Benihanas, more like like Top Ramen noodles

Champagne no, sweet Kool-Aid made by Sherane

Send her back to her boyfriend with cum stains

I redesign bitches wardrobe

All I do is make up something then sit it between her earlobes

She thinking no one ever invented clothes

Used to hide the camera in the closet

Now I’m like I’m doing you a favor to fuck you bitch pose

They don’t even want to go to award shows

They just wanna award me with hoes

Put em on a track like vocals

Leave em for a day and they want their master back like the first album by Jay

I dash with the dividends no shit if Big Pimpin is a sin then I rather not repent (preach)

[Outro: Girl on the phone]

You know I need my master back like Jay Z first album

Okay I got this one girl her name is tity pop her name is what?

Her name is tiny pop I met her at USC she’s a good girl