You sound like a bitch, bitch Shut the fuck up When your fans become your haters Fuck, your beard's weird You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard We doin' this once Your beard's weird, why you yellin' at the mic?

Told my bro roll a 'Wood We gon' spark that shit up Its gon' take all the pain away I'm stuck in my past My brothers they passed Look at my kicks Spanish bitch all on my dick Rollie, gon' ice out my wrist It cost a brick Baby, this not counterfeit

I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say I, look so good tonight God damn, God damn I'm coming down, drippin' candy on the ground H, Town, Town, I'm coming down, coming down Drippin' candy on the ground Bow down, bitches, bow bow down,

I woke up in Chris Brown’s body (oh yeah) Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday But we got no choice but to turn this bitch sideways (Oh yeah, oh yeah) Yeah, it’s Freaky Friday I’m in Chris Brown's body I can’t believe that it’s Freaky Friday Lil

Throw a couple bands in this bitch (throw a couple bands) Tell the bitch to do the dance on the dick We ain't throwin' hands in this bitch (throwin' hands) Handstand off the bando, and she lit, lit Handstand off the bando, this shit lit, lit I'ma do my

We were born, we were born to get wild I'm up in this bitch to get wild Turn up the sound And play it loud so that everyone who comes around 'Cause we getting crazy Burning down the town We burn it down so that everyone comes around

(You don't know) Thick thighs but she full of surprises I swear this bitch is Shady (That's what I know) Sex on her mind, all the time And you think that that's your baby You a good guy that's livin' a lie But she dove and played your safety (It's what I

Who why'all talkin to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it

We can send this bitch up, it can't go down Memories don't live like people do They always 'member you Whether things are good or bad It's just the memories that you have Reliving the past Rock star bitch call me Elvis M.O.B, she call me selfish

Four in the morning, and I'm zoning But I ain't finished, I'm devoted And you know it, and you know it They say I'm possessed, it's an omen I keep it 300, like the Romans 300 bitches, where's the Trojans? So follow me up cause this shit's about to go