I'd rather fuck fuck you, yeah (said I'd rather fuck fuck with you) I'd rather fuck fuck with you, Aaaah, this is one of them them songs You can kick back and smoke a joint to. And get real fucked up. I like to dedicate this one to all all the lovely young ladies out there. Oh

Called and got no answer Wrote this fuckin' anthem, alert you like it's amber (like amber) But she say I'm canceled Did you not, not tell me not to say another lie (lie to me) Not to play with you and I, I Know somebody like you is hard to find Put a

Man, fuck them them bitches and them them hoes And them them niggas pussies, camel toes I got some money on me, and the weed nice My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it’s Carter 4, murder's all all she wrote Now it’s fuck fuck everybody, like a Scorpio Still

Nothin' like them them other motherfuckers I can make you rich (I can make you rich) Do I make you scared? Baby, won't you take me back? Fuck my life, can't say that girl Don't tell me you can save that shit All All she want is payback for the way I always play

I just took one sip, all them them cars move in slow-mo (Slow-mo, slow-mo) Broke up with me one day, girl your heart's just so cold (Like so fucking cold) Said that I'd give you the world and you turned it to a snow globe Said she wanna go to SoHo (SoHo,

Yuck Daddy! Yuck! Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch Two big chain, one big chopper Good weed, bad bitch Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt Whoa, I seen it all all before The bitch got a man, but she schemin' on the low How it go? It go, fuck them

I was made for this shit, rookie of the year I wouldn’t show up for the freshman list Your swag expired, you ain’t fresh like this Shit on all all my haters, I’ma make them them pissed Trade my Honda to a Bentley Now these fuckboys wanna end me Ammunition, I got

Ayy, I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star) Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man them them the shottas When my homies pull

Fifty five hundred for a new pair of titties I'll buy 'em like Jordans Give her a couple of thousands now she feelin' important Dick her down she'll be gone by the morning She got them them ass shots that I like Pop a Addie we'll be fuckin' all night She say

Readin' through my third eye 'cause I got tunnel vision Had to open my mind, then I opened a Benz It's like you gotta sell your soul for them them to pay attention Fuck Fuck all that playing, now I'm grown, I put my heart in it I had to get down with that chrome