(feat. Lil Ceaser)

[Verse One:]


I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the %#@!, handle it like a real (*##$

Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
take it in the butt. Yah, Jazz whah
I got land in the Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thing
can't you tell by the diamonds in my rings
that's how many times I wanna###, twenty-one

and another one, and another one, and another one
24 carot ^!$$%, that's when I'm $#&@in wit' the average ^!$$%
word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh

don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my #~!!@
tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the #~!!@
Is it marriage

baby carots
%#@! no, on a dime %#@! is mine, got to keep em comin all the time
Why? Lil Ceas


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killahs be quite my ^!$$% bring the riots
tough talk tough walk that %#@! is tired
you wanna be this queen B but ya can't be

thats why you're mad at me

[Verse Two:]


Hoes think I'm foul call me the (*##$ %#@!ter
the lyrical gonna take a miracle

like Denise Williams (*##$es get ill, by the 6 shoota
gunz we got a lotta, you can't see me not-a-lot
want it raw dog well you best to see Poppa

get your tit's licked, wouldn't it be glourous
if you you give head to Notorious, then say my crew
you just a wanna be down wit my clique, (*##$

just a dick suckin nasty ready for some $$#
let me stress the tattoo on your breats
B.I.G., your rockin my property, P.Y.P. play your position

know I got ya wishin you neva started dissin
plus I give head better than you
#~!!@ get wetter than you, $#&@ better than you

I dedicate this song to ya $$#
like R. Kelly and that twin Pac up in your belly


[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]


saw a ^!$$% whwh, #~!!@ greases up
stack da skeeza, keep em knees up

what da $#&@ stay chillin, pack a million
Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down
lay around clown the clock steps for no one

never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
better of wit da Playboy magazines uh, $#&@in wit da Don
#~!!@ tease, here's three for takes

yeah I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant then it takes mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim
While you day dreamin wine, I just keep gettin mine

and I'm married to this
Y'all our strategy misses still planin wettins
mafio also deadins all that bull%#@!

any type of threatens to pull %#@!
unh, ooh yeah who shot ya, huh
who knows but they gotcha

unh, fed up, uhh wet up uhh
maybe next time keep your head up


[Chorus]