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Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake. On my life, man, fuck sake. If I did, I'd ménage with 'em and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake. My man full, he just ate. I don't duck nobody but tape. Yeah, that was a setup for a punchline on Duct tape. Worried 'bout if my butt fake. Worry 'bout y'all niggas are straight. These girls are my sons, John and Kate Plus 8. When I walk in, sit up straight. I don't give a fuck if I was late. Dinner with my man on a G5 is my Idea of a update. Hut one, hut two. Big titties, big butt too. Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas What they up to. Had to show bitches where The top is. Ring finger where the rock is. These hoes couldn't test me even if their name Was pop quiz. Bad bitches who I fuck with. Mad bitches we don't fuck with. I don't fuck with them chickens unless they last Name is Cutlet. Let it soak in like seasoning. And tell them bitches blow me, Lance Steven. Raise every bottle and cup in the sky. Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July. Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight. Oh, if you lame and you know it, be Quiet. Nothing but real niggas only. Bad bitches only. Rich niggas only. Independent bitches only. Boss niggas only. Thick bitches only. I got my real niggas here by my side. Only. I never fucked Nicki 'cause she got a Man, but when that's over, then I'm first in Line. And the other day in her Maybach, I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time." We had just come from that video. You know, LA traffic had the city slow. She was sitting down on that big butt, but I was still staring at the titties though. Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key, I been peeped that you like me, you know? Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides Me? I mean, It doesn't take much for us to do this Shit quietly. I mean, She say I'm obsessed with thick women and I Agree. Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW. Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry and then Eat some lunch with you. Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room Is so uncomfortable. Ass on Houston, Texas, but the face look just Like Huxtable. Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when The mayor fuck with you. The NBA players fuck With you. The badass bitches doing makeup and hair Fuck with you. Oh, That's 'cause I believe in something and I stand For it. And Nicki, if you ever tryna fuck, Just give me the heads up so I can Plan for Raise every bottle and cup in the Sky. Ayy. Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July. Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight. Oh, if you lame and you know it, be Quiet. Nothing but real niggas only. Bad bitches only. Rich niggas only. Independent bitches only. Boss niggas only. Thick bitches only. I got my real niggas here by my side. Only. I never fucked Nick, and that's fucked up. If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up. Whoever is hitting ain't hitting it right 'cause she Act like she need dick in her life. That's another story, I'm no storyteller. I piss greatness like gold is yellow. All my goons so overzealous. I'm from Hollygrove, the holy mecca. Calendars say I got money for days. I sperm and I shake, but I'm stuck in My ways. My girlfriend will beat a bitch up If she wave. They better not fuck with her Surfboard, surfboard. My ice is so bright, I take Cover for shade. Don't have my money, take mothers Instead. You got the hiccups, you swallow the truth. Then I make you Burp Boy, beefy like sirloin. I'm talking 'bout running in houses with army guns. So think about your son and daughter rooms. Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got Smaller guns. Ain't thinking about your son and Daughter rooms. This shit is crazy, my nigga. I been praising, my nigga. That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga. Blood gang, take the B out behavior, my nigga. For real, if you mouth off, I blow your Face off. I mean pop, pop, pop, then I Take off. Nigga, now you see me, nigga, now You don't. Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles. Sixteen in the clip, one in the chamber. Seventeen wool bullet with seventeen bullets. My story is how went from poor me to Please pour me a drink and celebrate with me. Every bottle and cup in the sky. Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July. Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight. Oh, if you lame and you know it, be Quiet. Young Mula, baby. Nothing but real niggas only. Bad bitches only. Rich niggas only. Independent bitches only. Boss niggas only. Thick bitches only. I got my real niggas here by my side. Only.