Pick up the god phone
Bitch the fuck were you Tuesday? who you say? I wasn't at the Bitch what'd you do screw You there looking for me Boo excuse is too lame playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, lying you never told me you knew Dre Que Lupe? You want to two legs You try to flip on me? If I spent more time you, you say "Ok yeeah, I'm coo-coo, hey?" Well, you
And I'd be the third person who you today Oh, Dre, Drake, Lupe? Oh touche You too two-faced for me you was my number one True Blue Ace But you ain't and I can see you you make little boo-boo face 'cause I'm hanging up this phone, boo You make my fucking Bluetooth You feeling blue too Go smurf you make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid what you say to someone you hate
My will be so much better If you just dropped (dead) I was laying in bed last night And thought just popped in my head And I thought, shit just be a lot easier If you dead (dead) I would feel so (so) (much) better (better, better, better)
Think I relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink Hop on the freeway trying to get some time alone and think Then the pulled me over but they let me go 'Cause I told 'em I'm only drunk 'Cause that bitch me to drink I'm back on my fuck ho's But a whole new for blondes, but bias? I all bitches the same, baby come on Excuse the pun but bitch you're a broad statement And I am channeling my anger through every single station on
a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art 'Cause you it in two pa-arts And threw it in the garbage, who do you you are? Bitch guess it's for me to get the dust off And myself up off the carpet But I'll never say the again I la-la-la-la Ah I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac My life would be so better if you just
My life will be so much If you just dropped (dead) I was laying in bed last night And this thought just popped in my And I wouldn't shit just be a lot easier If you dropped (dead) I would feel so (so) (much) better (better, better, better)
you told me You'd me, Bitch, was a lie Now I someone to die So bad in my fucking, But fuck it other fish in the sea
And I'mma have a of a time Being a single for the night bitch on a scale Of 1 to 10, shit I must be the holy Catch this ho I got an Oscar attached to my name (great)
I might hit the club on a tail, uh Made for me say fuck it kick some back and hammer the nailer These bitches tryna get atached the failer And latch him to the of my bumper To scratch them with the back of my like I'm itchin' to get hitched
Yeah I'm rich as a but bitches ain't shit I'd rather leave a bitch in a Bitch you complain when you to this But you throw yourself at me That's what I call pitchin' a
why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight Long as I got a bat and two balls foul but my dick's on strike So all that love shit is and void bitch I'm a droid, I void cupid stupid for blowjobs you'd be unemployed
Oi oi oi, man oh man, you boy boy Getting at these girls girls girls Oink oink You fucking all you good boys doink doink doing
I got 99 problems and the ain't one She's all 99 of I need a machine gun I take 'em all out I you hear this song And grow into a arrest Have a heart and just drop dead And I'mma throw a party after this 'cause
My life be so much better If you just dropped dead (dead)(I you) I was in bed last night thinking And this thought popped in my head (you baby) And I thought wouldn't shit just be a lot If you dead (dead) I feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)
I'm just bitch, you know I love you