调：G# minor•
Verse 1
I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did, I'd ménage with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass
like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate
I don't duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a setup
For a punchline on duct
tape
Wo-Wo-Wo-Worried 'bout 'bout
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Wo-Worried 'bout 'bout y'all niggas,
us straight
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
two
Big titties, big butt too
Fu-Fuck with with them
real niggas
Who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is
Ri-Ring finger finger
where the rock is
The-These hoes hoes couldn't test me
Even if their name was Pop Quiz
bitches we don't fuck with
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I don't fuck with them chickens
Verse 2
cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the
Fourth of July
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you
know it, be quiet
bad bitches only
D#
G#m
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
D#
G#m
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
Verse 3
But when that's over,
then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought, "Goddamn,
this is the perfect time"
We had just come from that video
You know, L.A. traffic,
how the city slow
She was sittin' down
on that big butt
But I was still starin' at the
D#
you know?
Who the fuck you really wanna
Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW
Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry
and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else
in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston, Texas,
but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
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Oh, yeah, you the man in the city
when the mayor fuck with you
Just give me the heads-up,
Verse 4
sky (Pinkprint, ayy)
Sparks in the air like
the Fourth of July
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it,
be quiet
D#
G#m
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
D#
G#m
Boss nig gas only, thick bitches only
Verse 5
fucked up
If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up
Whoever is hittin' ain't
hittin' it right
'Cause she act like she
need dick in her life
That's another story, I'm no story-teller
I I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
up if she wave
E
surfboard
I take cover for shade
you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy,
in houses with army guns
So think about your son and
daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, masked up,
they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son
and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy, my nigga
I mean brazy, my nigga
That money talk,
I just rephrase it, my nigga
Blood gang, take the "B" off behavior,
my nigga
I blow your face off
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Nigga, now you see me,
nigga, now you don't
like Ray Charles
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G#m
17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets
"poor me"
To "please pour me a drink
Verse 6
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the
Fourth of July
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know
it, be quiet
(Young Mula, baby)
D#
G#m
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
Outro 1
G#m
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