Uh
Young Money (w-w-well done)
O-o-o-kay
Its too many bitches too many n-ggas hating
Red seat racing now my car name satan
Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked
Chrome heart hard to love easier to hate me
Okayyy
Its too many bitches too many n-ggas hating
Red seat racing now my car name satan
Real simple you a bitch I got ya bitch naked
Chrome heart, hard to love, easier to hate me
I f-cking hate clowns kill em like Jason
Burner, yea I Pac-trick like Swayze
Crazy cash bank roll roll cookoo mani
I rep California but not like Katy
Perry Middle school ghetto girls used to chase me
Now I’m big now they with me on the Ricther Scale baby
Put ya hands down f-ck opponents and opinions
All the girls love me wrap my dick with a ribbon
Yeah im all business when im chillin we can kick it
My shoes are armadillos Louis Vuitton’n on you n-ggas
Spizzikes, Jays, Airwalkin on the flizzy
Gettin’ head tight when ya high off in the Skizzy
Attendant say im tripping
You don’t hear the captain speaking
I ball all week bitch you barely get weekends
Every show sold, promote it on twitter
Fresher than a baby got her standing the acryllic
Souvenir this motherf-cker high school yea they did it
Best dressed ahhwww n-ggas ain’t ahhhww shit to me
Dear Lord bring the Epiphany
Then let it rain hell flames on my enemies
Don’t be gettin caught where you shouldn’t be
Everything ain’t a house party with the silly strings
bring the b-b-beat the beat to the white meat
You n-ggas can’t see me like mice feet
Head sprung one dose of me’ll have your mind gone
chaser with some blue ciroc now you in the cyclone
Lost in the ozone ain’t you baby
100 things to do before you die lemme show you baby
Gotta watch ya back these days
Count a million in ya faces spend it in a day
Gotta watch ya back these days
Count a million in ya faces spend it in ya face N-gga
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