Y’all are bitch ****, ain’t no hoe in me

Chosen child walking around with my Golden Fleece

When they see me in the streets yea they know it’s me

Your girl feenin for this beaming willie no Jodeci

All I ask is Free the dawgs and the crodies please

I’m tired of them dying and leaving us with lonely streets

Flowing fresher than a room filling with potpourri

Trapping is a habit cuz I got that fuckin coca-ine

Not in store my dreams/wanting more my fiends/slapped a bitch with my dick then she said I was mean/man you shoulda seen/bought her Louie jeans/woke up in the morning and the crib was cleaned/

Yea I’m real sick/gave her real dick/cuz she was real thick/which is a reason why she make a **** sandwiches real quick/then when she done she get it real stiff/pull out my heads up top for that clean stick that real miracle whip shit

Hook x2

She say she only like rolling with a savage

She wanna live that you know it’s lavish

She said baby you can do it you can have it

Then I said baby spin around let me stack it

Verse 2

Now I ain’t tryna get at you

Your gf stated actually kinda pitiful

She gotta sing a hymn or 2

Must be the reason been get rid of you

She even said its critical/think you a minotaur/boy you cynical/pull up in your rent a car/minutes are minuscule/say you diddle little n fiddle little too/

There’s nothing any of you wastemans can say/better yet do to me

This wack shit you keeping up with homeboy old/an ain’t nothing new to me

She said Dooby you can fuck as long as you keep on your jewellery

Told her baby that ok cuz I’m into Tom Ford not Tom Foolery