Letras
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Doin’ white girl off a book about how to love a black woman
Some of y’all niggas don’t love women
That’s why y’all don’t get no bitches
Bro jugg you with some counterfeit fifties
How you get fired on your day off, ya lookin’ like Craig
What came first nigga, chicken or the egg?
I don’t wanna hear you rap, if I ain’t gettin’ paid
Niggas wanna talk about the shit that they say
I miss that molly, my nigga got locked up
Free that nigga, man he had it all day
Miss Ringwald, where you at
I was calling, you ain’t call me back
Give her good dick, now she got a tramp stamp
Bitch wanna eat Italian like Lady and Tramp
Tell a bitch Tupac back, you ain’t a bad bitch, you just a yamp
You don’t need makeup, you don’t need that
I cop the same shit, I cop the same shit
Designer on me, yeah, it’s mix-matched
Okay, okay
Kush for breakfast, Let go my Eggo, let go my ego
I can’t fuck with you, you actin’ real evil
I’m doing stunts, Evel Knievel, they is drugs
I’m real high, bad bitches give me hugs
I got good genes, so I still look young
G-Star denim, I got good jeans
You know I ain’t smart, I ain’t Tahj Mowry
You play board games, yeah, sorry
I spit movies, I ain’t recording
Nah, I’m filming, yeah, I’m still here
I know, I’m on, another level
I’mma wall flower, I’ll let you dance with the devil
Searching on Google, nigga lookin’ for the trouble
Fuck around that jpeg gone haunt you
You the type let yo bitch go punk you
Bitch I’m Ashton Kutcher, you can’t punk me
Might step out for the choe choe, that money
Can’t go to your event and I ain’t sellin’ no tickets
I ain’t Ticket Master, but I spit movies
I’mma let y’all fufu rappers do it
A lot y’all rappers ain’t intuitive