Yo Bitch Wanna Drink My Forehead Sweat
I'ma kill your bitch, man cause fucking her is cheap
What the fuck, did you think would happen stepping up to me?
I don't wan' be rich, nah 'cause I'm a fuckin' fiend
Red bottoms on my shoes, ain't Louboutins up on my feet
I'ma kill your bitch, man cause fucking her is cheap
What the fuck, did you think would happen stepping up to me?
I don't wan' be rich, nah 'cause I'm a fuckin' fiend
Red bottoms on my shoes, ain't Louboutins up on my feet
Fuck done happened to me? Felt like I'm the fuckin' man
Now addicted to these leaves up in a motherfuckin' can
And these pills up in a bottle and this bottle in my hand
That one always fuckin' been there, bitch, so try to understand
Get the fuck up out my face before I rip yours off your head
If that shit don't fuckin' work then I'ma fill your skull with lead
And no, I don't mean no bullets, pussy, that ain't what I said
I'ma take the fuckin' tire iron, bust you up instead
Ain't nobody ever thought, I'd be on the fuckin' top
Now I'm looking down at all you motherfuckers while you rot
I don't got no fuckin' time for any bitch who wanna talk
I don't got no motherfuckers in the back my fuckin' trunk
You can fuck that bitch, I'ma fuck this check up
Sippin' on this fuckin' bourbon til I got the hiccups
But I ain't too fuckin' gone to beat your ass, don't get it mixed up
I don't wanna deal with bitches, that don't mean I went and switched up
I'ma kill your bitch, man cause fucking her is cheap
What the fuck, did you think would happen stepping up to me?
I don't wan' be rich, nah cause I'm a fuckin' fiend
Red bottoms on my shoes, ain't Louboutins up on my feet
I'ma kill your bitch, man cause fucking her is cheap
What the fuck, did you think would happen stepping up to me?
I don't wan' be rich, nah cause I'm a fuckin' fiend
Red bottoms on my shoes, ain't Louboutins up on my feet
What the fuck, did you think would happen stepping up to me?
I don't wan' be rich, nah 'cause I'm a fuckin' fiend
Red bottoms on my shoes, ain't Louboutins up on my feet
I'ma kill your bitch, man cause fucking her is cheap
What the fuck, did you think would happen stepping up to me?
I don't wan' be rich, nah 'cause I'm a fuckin' fiend
Red bottoms on my shoes, ain't Louboutins up on my feet
Fuck done happened to me? Felt like I'm the fuckin' man
Now addicted to these leaves up in a motherfuckin' can
And these pills up in a bottle and this bottle in my hand
That one always fuckin' been there, bitch, so try to understand
Get the fuck up out my face before I rip yours off your head
If that shit don't fuckin' work then I'ma fill your skull with lead
And no, I don't mean no bullets, pussy, that ain't what I said
I'ma take the fuckin' tire iron, bust you up instead
Ain't nobody ever thought, I'd be on the fuckin' top
Now I'm looking down at all you motherfuckers while you rot
I don't got no fuckin' time for any bitch who wanna talk
I don't got no motherfuckers in the back my fuckin' trunk
You can fuck that bitch, I'ma fuck this check up
Sippin' on this fuckin' bourbon til I got the hiccups
But I ain't too fuckin' gone to beat your ass, don't get it mixed up
I don't wanna deal with bitches, that don't mean I went and switched up
I'ma kill your bitch, man cause fucking her is cheap
What the fuck, did you think would happen stepping up to me?
I don't wan' be rich, nah cause I'm a fuckin' fiend
Red bottoms on my shoes, ain't Louboutins up on my feet
I'ma kill your bitch, man cause fucking her is cheap
What the fuck, did you think would happen stepping up to me?
I don't wan' be rich, nah cause I'm a fuckin' fiend
Red bottoms on my shoes, ain't Louboutins up on my feet
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Writer(s): Christian Mueller
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