Because to have one is so close to none
She can take sick any moment and you'll be homeless
Ain't got enough time to get with all of y'all
Tell the truth, ain't got no time to have one brawl
I be forgettin' what to text and who I wanna call
Don't come over, bae, I meant to send that to my dawg
All dogs go to heaven, I'm a Rott dog
When I beat up that lil' pussy I'ma raw dog
You got me screwed up, baby, like I'm Paul Wall
And I don't lay up, bae, I stand up like I'm Paul Brousseau
That pussy get so wet, I slip right in, no olive oil
I lovе all of y'all, but I don't want no child support
Gotta keep a side piece right on my lunch tray
Yеah
Gotta keep a side piece, complete my entree
Yeah
If you leave me I ain't gonna cry, I'ma call my other thing
Yeah
I'ma get right on her thigh, I ain't talkin' chick wing
Yeah
Gotta keep one on the side, I ain't talkin' string bean
I'm so groovy, honey move and feel like Billie Jean
Yeah
Hit for fifty Gs
I hit for fifty Gs
I don't need no feature from you, nigga, I rap and I sing
I rap and I sling
I might keep winnin'
Pull up to the bank, teller, I want pink fitted
I want pink slips
I want pink fitted
I don't want no geek bitch, I like freak bitches
You got decent titties, you don't need lipo
I get so much green, nigga, I don't need Geico
Lil' Kodak, do your thing
Live life, Wu-Tang
Eat the booty game
No, no, I won't do that thing
I ain't gonna suck your clit, but you can suck my dick
Nigga, you ain't get no money frontin' with your brother's shit
Got a bunch of women, bunch of money, I got a bunch of it
I done had to block her number, she be on that fuck shit
I done had to block her number, she stay on that fuckin' shit
Ain't no fuckin' shit
Hey, I'ma call my other bitch
You hoes embarrassin', I can't love none of y'all
Plus I'm a team player, so I'm passin' to my dawgs
Nigga, they know how I ball
Big stepper in the mall
Fresh to death, no casket, dawg
Fuck it, now go add raw
She gonna suck it 'til it's sore
Okay, I know, who told you to pour?
Tryin' to run your game, well, bitch, you lost
Ain't cuttin' the check, what the fuck you thought?
Oh, the boy tryin' to fuck your job?
If I had the dish you'd fuck my car
Don't want no average jit wanna fuck a star
Wan' marry the kid, they go too far
Pardon the wannabe, you didn't set the bar
Down now, you the pretty floor
Fly in there, fuck the best of 'em all
I ain't even land since I took off
Yeah, I'm with the shit
Go bro hit a lick
Before I ask the bitch, I'ma just take his shit
SG, nigga, uh, we got our own bag
My nigga put me on, I ain't have to call him dad
I hit for fifty Gs
I don't need no feature from you, nigga, I rap and I sing
I rap and I sling
I might keep winnin'
Pull up to the bank, teller, I want pink fitted
I want pink slips
I want pink fitted
I don't want no geek bitch, I like freak bitches
You got decent titties, you don't need lipo
I get so much green, nigga, I don't need Geico
Lil' Kodak, do your thing
Live life, Wu-Tang
Eat the booty game
No, no, I won't do that thing
I ain't gonna suck your clit, but you can suck my dick
Nigga, you ain't get no money frontin' with your brother's shit
Got a bunch of women, bunch of money, I got a bunch of it
I done had to block her number, she be on that fuck shit
I done had to block her number, she stay on that fuckin' shit
Ain't no fuckin' shit
Hey, I'ma call my other bitch
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