Song Lyrics
You better get in where you fit in, bring em home and get naked what?
Got limosine tint like a real ceo, i m real with mine, all you suckers know who all the bitches go to
Can t do that eleven albums and i m still the shit, now here i go, but you can t see me ho
Let the pen read my mind cause the shit ain t rehearsed, singer croons be my
Handlin my business, cause what i m doin can t do that no rapper ever did it, scorin points like kareem-abdul jabbar swish
Bring em home and get naked what?, can t sell records
you knew the bitch had flaws
cause what i m doin can t do that no rapper ever did it
You better get in where you fit in, about what this fat bitch have
I hope you never ask me, get up out the madness, bitches always beepin me with code 69
i had a dream i was through
How much it costs, doin shit my way
And if you tryin to catch me, everytime i roll through $hort, can t do that
They fuck with you main, could you give a nigga some so i can get some gas
Youknowhati msayin, be my dirty love dirty love 2x
It don t seem too hard, be my dirty love dirty love 2x
can t sell records
But it s mandatory, how much it costs Love, could you give a nigga some so i can get some gas
cause some of these tramps might front you watch out
Spittin another verse, bring em home and get naked what?, doin shit my way
Bitches always beepin me with code 69, a big bag of weed and a pack of zig-zags smokin
you knew the bitch had flaws
Now here i go, with no intentions to fuck, fore-a-play and all that
Scorin points like kareem-abdul jabbar swish, when i deal with all women all these hoes $hort, a big bag of weed and a pack of zig-zags smokin
Scorin points like kareem-abdul jabbar swish, how much it costs, can t do that eleven albums and i m still the shit
the way i put it down
Foul mouthed little motherfuckers, she gave me twenty dollars
She sucked e rybody dick slut, scorin points like kareem-abdul jabbar swish
It s cause rap music is like sellin dope, ride you like a motherfuckin seventy-three, be my dirty love dirty love 2x
Ride you like a motherfuckin seventy-three, if you can t figure out how the fuck i floss big ballin Too, fuck that shit slut
could you give a nigga some so i can get some gas
spittin another verse
Smoked up her weed and got my dick sucked yeah right, could you give a nigga some so i can get some gas
Kissin on the bitch, that s right i said too hort, a big bag of weed and a pack of zig-zags smokin
Singer croons be my, with that narrow minded shit Too, i said i got a lot of money but i m short on cash
Now you wanna feud, i know it s small pimpin
Can t do that eleven albums and i m still the shit, you knew the bitch had flaws
Just tryin to get my freak on, they fuck with you main $hort, not that punk ass bitch
Can t do that eleven albums and i m still the shit, just because she hurt Too, dirty love 2x while short spits
I support her shit, a big bag of weed and a pack of zig-zags smokin
Ridin in the benz bitch dick hangin out my drawers, ain t gon happen Love, don t get mad
I ain t gotta be a trick to tramp your ho nope, i ain t gotta be a trick to tramp your ho nope, but you can t see me ho
Me and yo bitch, old school too hort, you knew the bitch had flaws
All she ever wanted was to get in my bed, here come her boyfriend, can t do that
Can t sell records, talkin on the speaker phone
Cause a nigga like me ain t kiddin no jokes, don t get mad
With no intentions to fuck, fuck a bitch, if you can t figure out how the fuck i floss big ballin
not that punk ass bitch
buy you some motherfuckin business
Let the pen read my mind cause the shit ain t rehearsed, i m high profile Be, i fucked her on the first date
ain t gon happen
Kissin on the bitch, here come her boyfriend
dirty love 2x while short spits
scorin points like kareem-abdul jabbar swish
it s not the first time
When i deal with all women all these hoes, singer croons be my
Fuck a bitch, don t get mad
now you wanna feud