As I cruise
On my ’68 in my ’72s
Blue suede shoes
Benz seats, still
Make a bitch pat her feet
To the concrete
Hey, yo, for-sheezy
Nigga, that ho was thick, that bitch was greasy
Believe me
Bitches be always tryin’ to Billie Jean me
Waikiki
Took these hoes on trips, came through too blin’y
She clingy
I don’t like fuckin’ hoes in the snow, 84 degrees me
I’m posted in Nicaragua with Tasha, that bitch a rider
She don’t want shit but dick and a couple dollars so I supplied her
Treat that ho like Henry Hill, got ’em mixin’ and sniffin’ powder, uh
I gotta go home, my baby mama makin’ empanadas
Gracias, de nada, I’m blessin’ tables and sayin’ grace
Smacked him in Miami, his boys jump me, he played it safe
Bitches in Buffalo get the same thing, they was throwin’ plates
Limped away on his good foot, but he ain’t bust a grape
These nigga fake
Sealed documents, still poppin’ it
Fuck the certified crack babies, come get your mama hit
Shit ain’t sellin’, they gotta resort to drama shit
Fuck these Love & Hip-Hop nigga, I’m at the Oscars, bitch
When I was livin’ with Sid, I had a rasta bitch
Candice with the good pum-pum, got me watchin’ soccer, bitch
Chelle fucked me so good in Bali might have to bring her back
If she get pregnant, I’ll teach my son to shoot like Tee Morant
Ho, I’m court-side, drunk as fuck like I’m Tee Morant
Caught the ball in Barclay’s Center, I shoulda dunked that bitch
Never catchin’ feelings, these bitches might suck a hundred dicks
And put you in the system, ho, get a job with the government, bitch
Bitch, go work for the motherfuckin’ FBI
Detectives or somethin’, bitch, you feel me?
Workin’ my motherfuckin’ nerves
I love you, baby
I, I need you, baby
Don’t leave me, baby
A bitch
Say okay
Say okay
Don’t leave me, baby
Don’t leave me, baby
Don’t leave me, baby
Don’t leave me, baby
Don’t leave me, baby
Yeah