Bitch!es always be all, giggling and shit. But they get mad when there favorite song don't come on in the club. Catch an attitude and shit We got one for them. Goes like this We wrote a song for the hoes You like to hear? here it goes A little something

But when I’m cold, cold We see people coming See people go This particular timing is extra special I know you might be gone And the world may not know Still, I see you celestial Like a lion you ran Goddess, he wrote

'Cause I was high when I wrote this, so suck my dick! So you can suck my dick if you don't like my shit 'Cause I don't give a fuck if you don't like my shit So you can suck my dick if you don't like, my shit 'Cause I was high when I wrote this so suck,

I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine You're no friend of mine These old letters from years ago I felt it was leading to a When I wrote this I may have been finally able to address how it feels Another brick-red room, another black-top town

Hol' up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up) Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin' I wrote this record while thirty thousand feet in the air Stewardess complimentin' me on my nappy hair When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option If I can f-ck