Jackass
(M-m-money on this thang)
You say you don't suck dick? Bitch, you childish
Saucy ass nigga, no need for a stylist
The wings on my jeans got me flyer than a pilot
I don't got a stack 'cause the money keep pilin'
My P stand for player, all my hoes is the finest
Phone keep buzzing like that shit caught a virus
Hit it on camera and my shit going viral
I'm a side nigga, what the fuck is a title?
Fuck a nigga bitch, now he's sick, stop whining
Ain't worried about you suckers, just waiting on perfect timing
Hottest nigga out, like the sun bitch, I'm shining
I'm a dickhead, quit acting like a vagina
She ain't let me fuck, now I'm fucking on her partna
This bitch psyched out, want me to hit with no condom
She ain't talking commas, I ain't even hearing it
You a nasty nigga, tried to fuck her on her period
Vroom-vroom, you can hear it in my engine
I don't pillow talk, that's another form of snitching
I got 'em like weather, nigga who ain't got no bitches
Fucking hoes back to back, ask Darryl, that's my witness
Only wanna fuck, I don't ever wanna kick it
All my hoes thick like a motherfucking midget
I like that wet wet, make me bust in five minutes
I hate that dry pussy, I don't even wanna finish
I don't really give a motherfuck about this rap shit
Don't got no credit card, 'cause I'm always talking cash shit
Got too many dimes, hit it once then I pass it
I got a hundred bars, what the fuck, I look like passion
I ain't showing love, wanna verse, I'ma tax 'em
Catch a net nigga up in person, I'ma max 'em
Ballin' on these niggas, I be flexing like an athlete
If rap don't work, I'ma get it out her ass cheeks
Shout-out to my driver, every trip, I'm in the back seat
Pull up low-key, 'cause the bitches trying to attack me
Niggas wanna bust me 'cause they bitches always slap me
Ain't trippin' off you hams 'cause we keep a couple patties
Keep a tuck spot in case the rollers try to jack me
All you niggas do is fuck ducks like Daffy
Whole fit wet, don't get close, I might splash 'em
All white kicks shit look like they ashy
Bitch
You say you don't suck dick? Bitch, you childish
Saucy ass nigga, no need for a stylist
The wings on my jeans got me flyer than a pilot
I don't got a stack 'cause the money keep pilin'
My P stand for player, all my hoes is the finest
Phone keep buzzing like that shit caught a virus
Hit it on camera and my shit going viral
I'm a side nigga, what the fuck is a title?
Fuck a nigga bitch, now he's sick, stop whining
Ain't worried about you suckers, just waiting on perfect timing
Hottest nigga out, like the sun bitch, I'm shining
I'm a dickhead, quit acting like a vagina
She ain't let me fuck, now I'm fucking on her partna
This bitch psyched out, want me to hit with no condom
She ain't talking commas, I ain't even hearing it
You a nasty nigga, tried to fuck her on her period
Vroom-vroom, you can hear it in my engine
I don't pillow talk, that's another form of snitching
I got 'em like weather, nigga who ain't got no bitches
Fucking hoes back to back, ask Darryl, that's my witness
Only wanna fuck, I don't ever wanna kick it
All my hoes thick like a motherfucking midget
I like that wet wet, make me bust in five minutes
I hate that dry pussy, I don't even wanna finish
I don't really give a motherfuck about this rap shit
Don't got no credit card, 'cause I'm always talking cash shit
Got too many dimes, hit it once then I pass it
I got a hundred bars, what the fuck, I look like passion
I ain't showing love, wanna verse, I'ma tax 'em
Catch a net nigga up in person, I'ma max 'em
Ballin' on these niggas, I be flexing like an athlete
If rap don't work, I'ma get it out her ass cheeks
Shout-out to my driver, every trip, I'm in the back seat
Pull up low-key, 'cause the bitches trying to attack me
Niggas wanna bust me 'cause they bitches always slap me
Ain't trippin' off you hams 'cause we keep a couple patties
Keep a tuck spot in case the rollers try to jack me
All you niggas do is fuck ducks like Daffy
Whole fit wet, don't get close, I might splash 'em
All white kicks shit look like they ashy
Bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Beck David Hansen, Michael S. Simpson, John Robert King, Bob Dylan
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