Slave Master
Whipping like a slave master, smoke a zip every week
My plate is full and so am I, I'm finding too much to eat
Cause I'm real never been fake, my hoe wetter then a lake
Bringing broads to my estate, to see how much she can take
Call me daddy I don't wanna hear it, call me almighty
You'll find me back here in the morning, make sure yo pussy tidy
I love when she be on her shit her swagger really excite me
But I can't mess with her forever now she getting too bitey
They say my lyrics not the same, Bandz Da Breash getting too plain
I'm always rapping bout money, marijuana, or getting brain
But ima more than average nigga and on that you can bet me
And if you think I ain't about the shits then you never met me
I can't be shit up in the streets with grandma coming to get me
So I said fuck it started walking riding bikes with them semis
I know them fuck niggas want be the bane of my destruction
But if they want my head they bitch ass need a little construction
I catch them lacking, stupid lacking, they can't properly function
I peeped your game and I ain't fucking with it bitch you a munchkin
I'm outta jail cause there's no evidence; they loud and they dumb and
I'm speaking facts so I don't give a fuck about your assumption
I gotta get my my money straight
Need it now I cannot wait
These hoes foul don't trust no hoe
Or anybody these niggas fake
Pray the lord my soul to keep
But how much can a nigga take
Can take all the mother fucking cake
For a new wardrobe and a wake and bake
A slave master, smoke a zip every week
My plate is full and so am I, I'm finding too much to eat
Cause I'm real never been fake, my hoe wetter then a lake
Bringing broads to my estate, to see how much she can take
Girl I'm tryna get my dick wet lemme slide up in that kit kat
Got lit fast, she flipped that dress turned around and threw dat shit back
Like a 12 gauge for a toilet seat, I still will blow your shit back; is you wit dat
It's all fun and games until I'm holding down dat kick back
I don't give a fuck about your party, shutting down your kick back
I know these niggas hoes but I'm ready for them if they hit back
Don't fall for it, its a pit trap; I thought it out I'll admit that
I'm sorry but you talking shit and thats something I can't permit, facts
My plate is full and so am I, I'm finding too much to eat
Cause I'm real never been fake, my hoe wetter then a lake
Bringing broads to my estate, to see how much she can take
Call me daddy I don't wanna hear it, call me almighty
You'll find me back here in the morning, make sure yo pussy tidy
I love when she be on her shit her swagger really excite me
But I can't mess with her forever now she getting too bitey
They say my lyrics not the same, Bandz Da Breash getting too plain
I'm always rapping bout money, marijuana, or getting brain
But ima more than average nigga and on that you can bet me
And if you think I ain't about the shits then you never met me
I can't be shit up in the streets with grandma coming to get me
So I said fuck it started walking riding bikes with them semis
I know them fuck niggas want be the bane of my destruction
But if they want my head they bitch ass need a little construction
I catch them lacking, stupid lacking, they can't properly function
I peeped your game and I ain't fucking with it bitch you a munchkin
I'm outta jail cause there's no evidence; they loud and they dumb and
I'm speaking facts so I don't give a fuck about your assumption
I gotta get my my money straight
Need it now I cannot wait
These hoes foul don't trust no hoe
Or anybody these niggas fake
Pray the lord my soul to keep
But how much can a nigga take
Can take all the mother fucking cake
For a new wardrobe and a wake and bake
A slave master, smoke a zip every week
My plate is full and so am I, I'm finding too much to eat
Cause I'm real never been fake, my hoe wetter then a lake
Bringing broads to my estate, to see how much she can take
Girl I'm tryna get my dick wet lemme slide up in that kit kat
Got lit fast, she flipped that dress turned around and threw dat shit back
Like a 12 gauge for a toilet seat, I still will blow your shit back; is you wit dat
It's all fun and games until I'm holding down dat kick back
I don't give a fuck about your party, shutting down your kick back
I know these niggas hoes but I'm ready for them if they hit back
Don't fall for it, its a pit trap; I thought it out I'll admit that
I'm sorry but you talking shit and thats something I can't permit, facts
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Writer(s): Damann Bogle
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