(You can ask Bigg Cuz)
Mm, mm, mm
Hey
Ken The motherfuckin' Man in this bitch
Hey
If you got some cash, then I'm feelin' you
Nigga, can you bring a friend or two?
Pulled up in that coupe, that bitch cost a grip
The way I do vacation, that shit cost a crib
All these blues on me, you'll think I'm Crip
If you ain't my blood, then I'm stiff as shit
Pulled it off the lot, yeah, I got to pick
If you catch a vibe, might get pistol whipped
I'm one of one, nigga better treat me like the only one
I'm really her, swear to God, I put that on my only son
And bitches steady stalkin' 'bout some dick, I hope bitches strong
A lot of bitches talk, but when they see me, pussy got they tongue (Mm)
Back-to-back, will I ever stop? I guess we'll never know
And bitches reachin', guess that's 'cause I keep these bitches on they toes
And fuck these hoes, never was my thing to send no X and Os
The game is mine, shit, by now, l think that shit a ten and O
Oh, with my sexy self, think I wanna fuck myself
Tell my Rose, I can't wait to see her, I'm almost at home
And you know, I don't give a fuck enough to right a wrong
If you got a problem, hope you know it's 'til I'm dead and gone
Pussy this, pussy that, damn, I put my pussy on
Bitches always talkin' 'bout me slick, I can put 'em on
Sexy got him thinkin' with his dick while his bitch at home
He can't get enough of me, he need a clone like he Tyrone
Ayy, switch it up kinda like these bitches, they be switchin' up
You lovin' hoes, I keep tellin' bitches they ain't pimp enough
Tell that nigga, "I ain't never played, I ain't no listener"
Naturally, I'm really pretty, check my Getty images
Fuck a nigga, if he actin' up and his homie not
Call him up, tell him Saks Fifth is my favorite spot
Thought he was a drilla how he spinned the block
And all my niggas love me 'cause I'm everything they bitches not
Yeah
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