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Yo! I never fvcked Wayne I never fvcked Drake

On my life man **'s sake

If I did I'd ménage with 'em and let 'em eat my a*s like a cupcake

My man full he just ate I don't duck nobody but tape

Yeah that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape

Wo-wo-wo-worried 'bout if my butt fake

Worry 'bout y'all n!ggas us straight

Th-these girls are my sons Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight

When I walk in sit up straight I don't give a ** if I was late

Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of a update

Hut-hut one hut-hut two big ******* big butt too

Fu-fvck with them real n!ggas

Who don't tell n!ggas what they up to

Had to show b!tches where the top is

Ri-ring finger where the rock is

The-these hoes couldn't test me

Even if their name was Pop Quiz

Bad b!tches who I ** with

Ma-ma-mad b!tches we don't ** with

I don't ** with them chickens unless they last name is Cutlet

Let it soak in like seasoning

And tell them b!tches blow me: Lance Stephenson

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothing but bad b!tches in here tonight

Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real n!ggas only bad b!tches only

Rich n!ggas only independent b!tches only

Boss n!ggas only thick b!tches only

I got my real n!ggas here by my side only

Yeah I never fvcked Nicki 'cause she got a man

But when that's over then I'm first in line

And the other day in her Maybach

I thought "Goddamn this is the perfect time"

We had just come from that video

You know L.A. traffic how the city slow

She was sitting down on that big butt

But I was still staring at the ******* though!

Yeah low-key or maybe high-key

I been peeped that you like me you know?

Who the ** you really wanna be with besides me?

I mean it doesn't take much for us to do this sh!t quietly

I mean she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree

Yeah that's right I like my girls BBW

Yeah type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you

Yeah so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable

A*s on Houston Texas but the face look just like Clair Huxtable

Oh! Yeah you the man in the city when the mayor ** with you

The NBA players ** with you

The bad-a*s b!tches doing makeup and hair ** with you

Oh! That's 'cause I believe in something I stand for it

And Nicki if you ever tryna **

Just give me the heads-up so I can plan for it Pinkprint ayy

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothing but bad b!tches in here tonight

Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real n!ggas only bad b!tches only

Rich n!ggas only independent b!tches only

Boss n!ggas only thick b!tches only

I got my real n!ggas here by my side only

I never fvcked Nick' and that's fvcked up

If I did ** she'd be fvcked up

Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right

'Cause she act like she need d!ck in her life

That's another story I'm no story-teller

I piss greatness like goldish yellow

All my goons so overzealous

I'm from Hollygrove the holy Mecca

Calendar say I got money for days

I squirm and I shake but I'm stuck in my ways

My girlfriend will beat a b!tch up if she waved

They bet' not ** with her surfboard surfboard

My eyes are so bright I take cover for shade

Don't have my money? Take mothers instead

You got the hiccups you swallowed the truth

Then I make you burp boy treat beef like sirloin

I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns

So think about your son and daughter rooms

Got two hoes with me messed up they got smaller guns

Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms

This sh!t is crazy my n!gga; I mean brazy my n!gga

That money talk I just rephrase it my n!gga

Blood gang take the "b" off behavior my n!gga

For reals if you mouth off I blow your face off

I mean "pop-pop-pop " then I take off

N!gga now you see me n!gga now you don't

Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles

Sixteen in a clip one in the chamber

17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets

My story is how I went from "poor me"

To "please pour me a drink and celebrate with me"

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothing but bad b!tches in here tonight

Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet

Young Mula baby!

Nothing but real n!ggas only bad b!tches only

Rich n!ggas only independent b!tches only

Boss n!ggas only thick b!tches only

I got my real n!ggas here by my side only

滚动歌词&翻译贡献者：Elli