Letras
I got, I got, I got more digits than you. You got, you got, you got bitches
I got, I got, I got more digits than you. You got, you got, you got bitches
Uh, uh, it's just basic math. Uh, uh, it's just basic math. Uh, uh, it's just basic math. Uh, uh, it's just basic math
Now let me bring it back like your bitch when I fuck her on a skateboard. Eight whores plus eight, that's a double date
Fine dine on your thigh bones in the night time. Hit em with the bass the Kamehameha up in your face
Speaker knockin', tear jerkin', panty poppin', land hoppin', pistol packin', bitch ass slappin', damn, he rappin', ain't no comin' back
From the land of the dead, five holes in your head, twistin', twistin' up the reefer in a bamboo leaf
Boy, I'm educated, you a pussy, I can smell the fragrance. I'm a big bad wolf, huffin', puffin' on cabbage. I can't hold no more baggage
shit is breakin' my back
I got, I got, I got more digits than you. You got, you got, you got bitches. I got, I got more digits than you. You got, you got, you got bitches
Uh, uh, it's just basic math. Uh, uh, it's just basic math. Uh, uh, it's just basic mad. Uh, uh, it's just basic math!