Burnt out hopes

Dick, dick, dick, that fucking gold bitch. The dicky, dicky, dick, that fucking gold bitch. Another hard ass jam coming into your house. DJ Spanish Fly. Who that nigga? Who that nigga from the South, bitch? Kickin' it my hoodie, up to no goodie. Looking oh so goodie, give the real foot now. Check it out, check it out. The bitchy, bitchy, bitchy, bitch. The bitchy, bitchy, bitchy wanna suck up on the Dicky. The dicky, dicky. The dicky, dicky. The dicky. The dicky, that fucking gold bitch. The bitch is a queen, the nigga is a King. But you be fucking bitches and won't have A thing. So fuck that shit, fuck that shit. Don't try to be that bitch. Don't try to love that bitch. Don't try to be that bitch. That bitch come to you, saying what she wanna Do. All the type of bitch you got to Do what the fuck you wanna do. Like going out and getting cheese, making deals, Fucking me. Slanging good bags in the hood from The street. So