You ever dealt with a street **** that took money?

Smell like weed and breathe liquor? Let’s walk honey

Yea I’ve been known to squeeze triggers, I’m more gully

So you should never believe **** that talk funny

All these bitches adore Sunny

A Bronx tale, Torel hicks Fidel chips

I’m real slick, she never could take a real dick

She still thick, waist thin in the Jada Pinkett, I’m Will Smith

Still in all she minds ****

‘Cause an ass like that is hard to find ****

Let me remind, **** she ain’t goin nowhere

Til it rains in hell, sleech and snow’s dead

It’s so clear, bitches know how it goes here

It’s no tears cuz I ain’t into the cryin games

Am I the same? You damn right, I’m Brian King

Rather be livin in hell for me to die in shame

There ain’t no time for pain

Mama talkin monogamy – that ain’t a part of me

But honestly I’m used to these bad bitches menaging me

Photography did like pictures, two nice missus

I write scriptures, you feel it deep like a lobotomy

It’s gotta be just like Christmas, it’s gift givin

With 6 women and slick linen

My sick vision, your bitch grinning

It’s poetry, a freak a bitch just like Jodecy

Remember they didn’t notice me

But now they know it’s me, nobody’s cold as me

At the top of the game it’s where I’m pposed to be

Shawty stylin like she was bowlegged

Told me let me get that money before the hoes get it

Angela Basett, got my hands on her asset

So now I’m lafin, her thighs shakin, she vibratin

Get in-between her, legs of Serena

Bad for Sabrina getting head from a Tina... Turner

Used to clean the bullets in my burner

Remember when I used to fuck a bitch you never heard of

But now I’m into actresses, me and Long got her doing tricks up on my mattresses

Accurate, I don’t even care about you square bitches

Dwayne Wade, mad Gav, know I’m here bitches

I’m here bitches

Yea that’s right, get it on and crack it

Robin Thicke, bitches pussies where it’s pull the pad in, let’s make it happen