Songteksten

Oh man, oh man, I'ma I'ma kill this bitch, man Where the fuck you at? Where the fuck you at, bitch? Yuh, ayy We sharin' Sharon at the Sheraton 'cause sharin' is carin' And Karen is starin' at me, I know she feelin' embarrassed Grab her by the neck, say, "Bitch, don't ever disrespect me" Pop the MAC-11 if your soul is feelin' empty Not so much my enemies but more so my fans, I do envy Yuh, these hoes startin' a frenzy My dick is feelin' so flimsy, I can barely keep up with a B cup See, I ain't bring my A-game, can you keep up? Fuck what you heard, piss on your dirt Put in that work like private school girls in the first grade Dade County, born and raised out the 305 Where hookers stick and jive with pocket knives, win the battle, lose your life Fuck your wife in my rusty pickup truck The same kids you hangin' with the same ones yellin', "Stick 'em up" I can resurrect you, I can pick you up out the mud, put you on to somethin' Show you all the ropes, show you how that money grow I can show you how to fuck your bitch I can show you how to rip that condom off your dick and smack your mama in the lip Let the children know it's lit Drop out of school, you know you never had that on your bucket list I can show you which way you should go Never listen to your parents, trust me, they don't fucking know What's best for you like I do, yuh, ayy You think I give a fuck about your IQ? Your mama thinkin' you stupid because you bringin' in Fs Givin' her stress and a couple knots in her chest Nobody appreciate that you've been tryin' your best I can show you how to give up and just hang from your neck Your stepdaddy lookin' for your respect I say fuck that, don't give it to him, fuck him and his rep I know he getting on your nerves comin' home drunk as fuck Beatin' on you and your mama I say put one that in that llama and spit on him while he's sleepin' Put a needle in his veins, so the police think he was tweakin' Tell your mama you was gone the whole weekend Throw away the pistol, make sure nobody could reach it Your life is better, ain't it? Told you that you need me I can show you how to be the man I can show you how to make your body count expand I can show you how to multiply Your profits, your pockets, your hoes (hold up), follow me and I promise (ayy) I can show you how to fuck your bitch I can show you how to rip that condom off your dick and smack your mama in the lip Let the children know it's lit Drop out of school, you know you never had that on your bucket list I can show you which way you should go Never listen to your parents, trust me, they don't fucking know What's best for you like I do, yuh, ayy You think I give a fuck about your IQ? I can show you how to fuck your bitch I can show you how to rip that condom off your dick and smack your mama in the lip Let the children know it's lit Drop out of school, you know you never had that on your bucket list I can show you which way you should go Never listen to your parents, trust me, they don't fucking know What's best for you like I do You think I give a fuck about your IQ?
Writer(s): Tanner Petulla, Kevin Pouya Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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