Letra

Yeah so we hit the function, we just rollin up, chillin' on the wall Drinkin' a 40 or some pimp shit So I see shawty she across the way she just eye-fuckin' the shit out of me So you know I grab my balls I walked over there She with her friends and shit but as soon as I spoke to her She lift up her hand like "Errr" You little bourgeois bitch Or Miss 'sneak into the bathroom do coke with yo chicks Or I'll only suck a dick if the mothafucka's rich And I wouldn't say I strip What these niggas givin' me is tips Then it gets to the point where I quit Cuz I realize She a bourgeois bitch (I came to fuck shit up!) And get too high Get too fried Get rid of all these mothafuckin' nuts That I've got inside saved up for these hoes Don't lie tell me whats up? Girlfriend my eyes on your thighs Can't look away I'm trynna fuck C-U-T let's cut If not? (I came to fuck shit up!)(I see the world with my dick!) And I don't know the difference 'tween a girl and a bitch Is she a ho well then tell her I don't give a shit I guess that's why god gave us big dicks (Aha!) Ey bitch what the deal-o? I been smokin herb even with my P.O PH dawg my killa no dino Hoes trynna get saved fuck it might hero Naw I'm more like a geo It's always crunch time we be soundin' like some Cheetos I'm insane in the membrane call me Breal Ima big problem can't be little Center of the party no monkey in the middle Talk to my fist if you niggas got issues Liquor in my system nigga tell me whatchu wanna do Beat you to a pulp fuck your bitch toss a lateral straight to my man Meet Dave, at the party with the rest of the folks He noticed that someone is goin' smack at his bitch (Wassup bitch) Thinking he has some balls He walks up to him (Hey we should go somewhere private) Azizi Gibson turns around 'Yo what the fuck do you want nigga?' Now 'fuck you gonna do cuz Its my party my house and you see my niggas bruh So if you gonna swing then swing (bink bink) we done witcha Now everybody happy in the party cuz we just knocked out some punk Doin' body shots sniffin' rocks? thinkin' whats wrong with us? Hey it's a 20 blunt session If you don't get high you just one strong Christian? 1 sin away from dying for no reason Go too hard and a white man greedy Yo who dat? Mothafucka I'm Zizi Creator of the rap and I'm back for the taking? but fuck why is you hating? And I just got a whip Ima put it on NAW I ain't that type of rapper y'all Ching ching with the bling bling no not at all I just need a bad bitch with the legs Amazon Make momma proud before she'll go she'll have it all I don't give a fuck, my generation cuss a lot! x 4 Uhh but there ain't shit that I can do Except spark a blunt when the music starts foo' I'm playin' my part can't say about you I bet you as a sperm I was on my moves I overlapped you in a race head into the tubes Genesis ever since then you lose Doesn't that make you? like you saw a bug you allergic to (Is that a fuckin' spider bro? Fuuuck, I fuckin' hate spiders Shit we're leaving this party. Fuckin' punk-ass PreHistoric boys) Bitch you a muthafuckin' slut Yea it's cool with me, yea it's cool with me You can break all the shit in my crib Yea it's cool with me, yea it's cool with me As long as you clean that shit Yea it's cool with me, yea it's cool with me I'll even match yo ass on a spliff You ain't as cool as me, you ain't as cool as me Bitch you a muthafuckin' slut But it's cool with me
Writer(s): Michael Leighton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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