Y'all ain't never learned
Fake thug, nigga what?
Come on now, turn me up a little bit
Sometimes I get kind of
The rules also stern
More bags zipping up
Nigga ya heard?
Or you must be high
What? You think I'm kidding?
Sometimes I get kind of
Cause everything we do
And I'm a picky one I like my dicks rock hard
Wanna battle?
Straight from the curb
Pardon my French but uh
Or it just ain't your turn
Peeved at these weak emcee's
(BEOTCH!)
Too many bitches just be licking the dick and
You legit? Spit a bar
Maybe it wasn't meant to be
You niggas got some audacity
(All you got to pay boo you got something to say)
I'mma tell you know, just like I told you last year
Got nothing but love
I rock diamonds that's red, white and indigo
I'm undroppable, untoppable
Y'all niggas sound like me
With these supreme baller like
The shower pissing
Watches that shine
And we still move in silence
Got the illest flow
Uh, uh
Pardon my French but uh
Every thing you heard
To see how we swerve
Pardon my French but uh
Not the sticky ones that taste like slaw
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
Dimes with his and her furs
It's the original
Pardon my French but uh
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
Pardon my French but uh
(BEOTCH!)
You sold a million now you're half of me
Sometimes I get kind of
Nigga get what you earn
Plucking birds, getting served
Y'all know who y'all are
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
Peeved at these week emcee's
You ain't strong bitch
We the baddest crew
So why should I be mad at you?
Finding loads of bank rolls in my underclothes
When you're hot you burn
Oh something missing
Pardon my French but uh
Niggas wanna run up in my pussy like a Pap smear
(That's right)
(But when push comes to shove)
Uh, uh
Peeved at these week emcee's
It get on your nerves
We turn to thugs
If what they say is true
Better call an end to all that shit
In the black suburb
No where near shy see I make you cry
Wrong bitch
You ain't giving up
(Come on)
With these supreme baller like
Fucking with the Teflon bitch from the Sty
Sometimes I get kind of
Niggas ain't stickin' unless they lick the kitten, huh
We got a right to
(All hail the king and queen)
To the suburb
You must be out your mind
Y'all niggas sound like me
Now we returned
Uh, uh
(BEOTCH!)
(Beotch!)
To whom it may concern
(2000 Baby, Bad Boy)
Yo that's my word
You play the herd
Don't you know I'm unstoppable
Peeved at these weak emcee's
I'm far from broke
(BEOTCH!)
(Oh yeah and by the way)
Come on, yeah
And everybody know
Sometimes I get kind of
You sold a million now you're half of me
The way I rock you to sleep like a lullaby
You can't hold me down
Commence to licking slugs
How this world turn
Peeved at these weak emcee's
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
Peeved at these week emcee's
What? See I won the show
And repeat every word
He-he y'all ain't ready
Thought it was over, huh
Sometimes I get kind of
With these supreme baller like
(You got one more day)
You criticize me we despise you
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
(Beotch!)
Lyrics I call 'em like I see 'em g
All up in your mouth
Y'all niggas sound like me
You niggas got some audacity
(And we put on them gloves)
Beotch
Yeah bring it on bitch
Thought you'd be around long
You niggas got some audacity
You sold a million now you're half of me
