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