Letras
Bitch I'm from the burg
Don't miss it when ya claim it
Pussy boy you get murk
I put that on the word
Oh yea you know that's on the word
She got that cake in them Pants
Well bitch I got that syrup
Ayeeeeeee
Fuck you sayin' Lil nigga
Ima run up them bands lil nigga
Bands
In the stands Lil nigga
Keep them sticks like fans lil nigga
Bands
Fuck yo friend Lil nigga
It go down quick sand lil nigga
Sand
Gas karate kickin' shit
No missing shit like Jackie Chan
Servin grams
Dodgin jams
Fuck ya ma'am
Call her pam
Peeped my stance
Pop a zan
Ate the pussy
Like Pac-Man
Lala bitch we melo
Shootin 3z at ya mans
I'm the ET on this planet
I'm the one wit the plan
Whatcha need
Whatcha need
Bitch please
Whatcha need
Tell me whatcha need
Weed please
Whatcha need
Tell me whatcha need
Them real Gz
Whatcha need
Keep a toasta and that chedda
Grill cheese
Ah ah
What's hannin'
Feed ya ass
Krabby patties
Yes the fries
Come wit gadgets
Don't worry bitch the drink automatic
Have it
Buy one get one free
I bought the knee
Got her blowing on my dick
Like leaves on a tree
Ah ya
Oh yoo
Ima keep choppin' and choppin' it real slow
Bitch I'm from the burg
Don't miss it when ya claim it
Pussy boy you get murk
I put that on the word
Oh yea you know that's on the word
She got that cake in them Pants
Well bitch I got that syrup
Ayeeeeeee