Steve Harvey

When's it gonna (yeah) stop?
Yo, yeah, stop (yeah), yeah
Kill, shorty, kill (yeah), kill, shorty, kill (yeah)
Kill, shorty, kill, yo

Niggas ask where BoB been at (what?)
Well, I'll tell you where I been (what?)
Not on Epstein's Island (what?)
At home, not dick ridin' (what?)
(What yo' ass say?)
Stacking Tubmans
I ain't no thug, but I'm thuggin' (what?)
They say don't judge, but I'm judgin' (what?)
Married to the game, I'm her husband (what?)

On numerous occasions, they inquire like (what?)
"Were you cloned and why did you go quiet?" (What?)
Everybody holler, "Stay woke!" (what?)
Well, even woke niggas get tired
Took a snooze and got my mind off the rumors (what?)
You in her DMs and I'm in her uterus (what?)
Ghetto exuberance, dapper accouterments (what?)
My truest thoughts are intrusive (oh, hell no)

Yo soy tu Daddy, she throw it back like
"Is it good Daddy?" (she throw it back like-)
She wanna Shibari, I put them 10k ropes on her body (yeah)
Now she wanna party, her and her friends ask if I'm poly
I told 'em, "Prolly," girl, it's yo' world
Do what you want, it's your choice, it's your body
Big booty hoes, hump wit' it
Big booty hoes, hump wit' it

It don't take Sherlock Holmes (what?)
To see you got Stockholm (what? Syndrome)
I'm a paradoxical nigga (what?)
Walk into a room and start a schism (what?)
(What yo' ass say?)
They must not know (what?)
They must need reminding (what?)
I-I-I-I will never fold (what?)
You can't origami

Oh, you ain't know my pen was crazier?
She love my southern embolalia
Nutty bitch, smack-adamia
Stacking that bank, Azalea
Industry plants, hydrangeas
No, I don't know who these strangers is
I-I haven't the slightest
Must've got overnighted, huh

Mm-hm (what?), how she-, mm-hm (what?), she gon'-
Mm-hm (what?), when I-, mm-hm (she say-)
Uh, abawaka, abawaka
She- on my dick like Serato (oh, hell no)
Like I flip the switch, she on auto
Told me hit her shit in staccato
(Big booty hoes, hump with it) like, "Who you think you talking to?
(Big booty hoes, hump with it) girl, you know I'm Bobby Ray!"

This the part of the show where we find out (oh)
It's debaucherous, shit just be scandalous, bitches be flyin' out
Remember when rappers would fake it, like they was all rowdy-row? (Oh)
Now niggas catch bodies for real, and ain't no one lyin' now

This the part-
This the part- (oh)
This the part of the-
This the-
This the part of the show- (oh)
This the part of the show-
This the part of the show-
Part of the show-, part of the show-

Everybody holler-
Everybody hol- (oh)
Everybody-
Every-, ever-, ever-ever-
Ev-, ev-, ev-, ev-, ev- (oh)
Ev-, ev-, ev-ev-, ev-ev-
Big booty hoes, hump with it
Big booty hoes, hump with it (oh, hell no)



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Writer(s): Bobby Ray Jr Simmons, Glenda R Proby, David P Hobbs, Christopher Wongwon, Mark D Ross, Tiffany Burgess
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