クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Damedot
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demario Lamarr Livingston
Songwriter
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Are you in the mafia? (Am I in the what?)
[Verse 2]
Ay, I'm boss talkin', bitch, shut up and listen
My favorite room in the house is the kitchen
Thick bitch, butt naked, doin' the dishes
So many pounds in this bitch, I should open a dispensary
I'm glad a **** never had to see the penitentiary
I throw the hush now, I used to have my hoes in Tiffany
I'm the realest, I just had a epiphany
These little hoes ain't shit to me (Shit to me)
[Verse 3]
Shout out one time to the hoe that tried to shit on me (Shit on me)
**** wanna be just like me, so they mimic me (Mimic me)
I'm not comin' out the house 'less I got a fifty piece
All black Yop Stick, hold a fifty piece
My **** fryin' birds, put 'em in the chicken grease
I know these **** sick of me (Sick of me)
She heard about the dick, now she wanna see
I'm on the road, I just wanna eat
How in the fuck is that yo' bitch if she fuckin' me?
How is she in love with you if she in love with me? (Love with me)
Talkin' 'bout she fuck with you, boy, she fuck with me
I'm nothin' like you paper pussy ****, 'cause I fuck for free
[Verse 4]
Ay, I'm boss talkin', bitch, shut up and listen
My favorite room in the house is the kitchen
Thick bitch, butt naked, doin' the dishes
So many pounds in this bitch, I should open a dispensary
I'm glad a **** never had to see the penitentiary
I throw the hush now, I used to have my hoes in Tiffany
I'm the realest, I just had an epiphany
These little hoes ain't shit to me (Shit to me)
[Verse 5]
Poor foe in an assembly
Nah, boy, you can't sip with me
If you ain't a bad bitch, you can't sit with me
I can never let these broke **** get to me
White buffs on, all white lows, all white low
Draco, that's a micro, get his life stole
Rose gold on me, now next I'm doin' white gold
I done made a killin' off the white folks
All white Benz, look like a white boat (White boat)
Ten insides, lookin' like dope (Like dope)
Bitch pussy so wet, I need a life coat
The gang out, ain't no tellin' what we might blow
[Verse 6]
I'm boss talkin', bitch, shut up and listen
My favorite room in the house is the kitchen
Thick bitch, butt naked, doin' the dishes
So many pounds in this bitch, I should open a dispensary
I'm glad a **** never had to see the penitentiary
I throw the hush now, I used to have my hoes in Tiffany
I'm the realest, I just had a epiphany
These little hoes ain't shit to me (Shit to me)
Written by: Demario Lamarr Livingston

