[Verse 1: AR]
A-R n-gga, what f-ck your baby momma, f-ck all of her friends then I I'm a nut, follow me on Twitter N-gga don't be that bitter If that's your girl, then I fuck N-gga I smash it, pass it From the Goods down to the Kardashians Got stamps on my passport, stripes on my record But that don't mean I can't get her naked, check it Forty thou for my necklace, wrist so reckless Tell your girl I got a hard d-ck for them wet lips Tell her to sex this, tell her to text this Tell her to pick me up, in her ex sh-t Gone
Verse 2: Game]
Not for long, graduated from Stanford, so I hear "Game Strong" She look good dressed, you should see her in a thong Get her so wet, she could bubble up a bong Ass so right, make a n-gga wanna tap that P-ssy so tight, fit my head like a snap back Almost fell in love, but a n-gga had to snap back Pimp hand strong, tell her Goldie from the Mack back
[Verse 3: Nu Jerzey Devil]
Mr. Red Bottoms, nah, you ain't like me Catch me with a fly white b-tch, Ice-T Who at your girl crib chillin'? Sh-t I might be You ain't heard Jerz P I M P See actin' cocky, so I threw on the mag Put her ass down like a 6-4 rag She wanna cuddle and keep, but get around So I told her I only got one night in this town
[Hook: Game (& Kanary Diamonds)]
Stars are lit on nights Time to put the bottles in the ice Give me one night, I can change your life, right Girl tell me what you want
(Everything comes with a price I just want a little time, let me be your wife I've been waiting for this moment all my life Give it to me how I want it, you know how I want it)
[Verse 4:]
Started off with dust, now I got duckets My b-tch see a Benz, but I treat it like a buck Drop that ass off, better keep the meter running Got 3000 hits, Derek Jeter motherf-ckers Now rockin' with the greatest All my number 4 Jordans, go buy the ace of spade shit And these blood diamonds, cause a blood rhyming Cold as 4th quarter n-gga, I'm a call them Blood Bryant
[Verse 5:]
The newest everything, welcome to flight schoo She hates Home Depot, I bet she like tools You know I ride smooth, that Maserati sick I need a parachute, baby I'm high as sh-t Got all this f-ckin' ice, I need a hockey stick Nobody f-ckin' with me, no, I ain't sellin' We getting hella bent, hell let the liquor talk 3 card monte tell that bitch we ice cards
[Verse 6: TD]
Now a n-gga on, all these hoes wanna bother me TD please, can you get us up in Colony? All they wanna do is pop spades with the crew Cause we pour the mob deep, without Havoc or Prodigy Next day she like "You owe me an apology" I'm like "What for? " She like "Why you unfollow me? " Since we bringing up old shit Last time you gave me head, b-tch why you ain't swallowing?
[Hook]
Verse 7:]
The poor paper hustler, motherf-cker give it to me, I can sell tha he homie sits around a whole lot of fly b-tches, thinkin' I got held b I left the crib and told momma I had a vision And called your b-tch up and told her I'm back pimpin My n-gga Chuck hit me, I told him I had a verse He told me it's only 8, I told him I make it work
Verse 8:]
I be on my MacBook, internet pimpin Skyping with 2 naked b-tches, trying to get a visit I chat to her iPad, so I keep the snake on my head, these dudes are swallowin' my future
[Verse 9;]
One night, my neck bright and my wrists glisten Fresh to death, get dressed at the mortician Tore life, my wife, your entertainment Baby I can make you famous
[Verse 10:]
Yeah, you know I'm laughin' at you n-ggas Trippin' on them hoes, spendin' cash on them b-tches Tippin' on them hoes, I'm an ass on them sixes Models on the phone, gettin' head, I'm chillin Big bottle poppin', the money in the building Take this bitch over, sh-t that's how a n-gga feeling Fistful of Rozay, yeah a n-gga get it Now I'm trying to find a wife with all these motherf-cking women
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