Fuck you, sucker! (Wooh) You said you wanna bang Wow you're awesome Oh dear God, do you get me now, do you get me now, oh, you do? (Bang, bang) Sucker! Head bang (bang), pink rocks (rocks) Gold fangs (flexing), shit hot

Hey mothafucka I’m real as shit Aw yeah I’m back in this bitch Everything I’m talkin bout real as, real as shit And you don’t gotta like it but get off my dick And you don’t gotta like it but get off my, off my Everything I’m talkin bout real as shit Why

I guess I'm on my... on my Don shit Somebody gotta do it Look, no more interviews I'm not talking about this on a song, feature or interlude Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl I brought sand to the beach Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my

Take me downtown barney lock me up Read me my rights put me in cuffs And I’ll do my time raise my right hand And I’ll tell the judge I’ll do that shit again Somebody better call the law We done took it outside we’re about to brawl Ol’ boy done put his

Bad bitch, super thick Ass real, it's legit Nice face with some tits She ain't tryna be my bitch She just tryna get some dick Lil' shawty with the shits I might fuck her in a whip I might take her on a trip I might fall in love

You're loud, I'm louder You're weak, I'm power Go ahead and try to paint me red Spin doctor, shit talker I make the rules, you ain't got nothing on me Don't think your straw man means a damn thing to me Sleep walker, fear monger Cause I'm like no one

Sometimes life seems so unfortunate, That's why I don't give a shit The poor stay poor, the rich get richer, It's just so disproportionate You don't know just what I've gone through, That's why I would rather show you Just how far that I can take it,

And you just keep on taking me back 'Cause I'm no good to you And you just keep on taking 'Cause I ain't been the best that I coulda been I ain't do the shit that I shoulda did But every time I come crawling on my knees You're there And I don't know why

How could you keep this from me? Your mama and your daddy ain't shit When you see 'em, tell both of 'em I said fuck 'em, yeah Somehow this is my fault (Ooh) I didn't say shit when I saw what I saw (You) Yeah, girl, you can't deny now (Ooh) Even your

Tony dead and his brother too Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew Damn, he in some shit just like a number two So he need that lawyer money, plus that Sig Sauer money On his second body