We holla at 'em like

[Verse 1]

These ^!$$%s talkin' bout they walk talk and think bossy
I'm in the Trump Tower shower washin' ink off me
Two ugly (*##$es in my bed, moochin' drinks off me

My mini bar's empty, but that's just how I'm livin'
I'm in the presidential suite with two freaks, I call 'em my Kennedy Fried Chickens
"Awe yeah... I'm back... (*##$es"

But this is, kinda like my wilder style
Vicious, say when I'm sippin', I turn into Shallow Hal
I must have been high or somethin'

Cause I could of swore that one of these (*##$es told me to buy her somethin'
I told her...
"I got a present for you right here" (What?)

"Actually it's not a present. It's my ^&@#$"
I'm feelin' plastered
So what they fat women, I feel like I have to bite the Apple like the Mac emblem

One of the (*##$es like, "Oh I love you so much.
I love Slaughterhouse, I love Joey, Joell, Crooked. All you guys"
Shut up

"I don't like it when you talk." (What?)
"Cause that just means you're not suckin' my @@#!."
(*##$ I'm on everything, I don't know what you just had

I'm 'bout to slip and fall and head butt yo $$# like Superbad
One of 'em start somethin' super fast
The other one I gave Arabian Goggles, they flier than alien model

For now
These (*##$es givin' me brains till I'm out of mines
That's when I had an epiphany like "STOP!"...

##&*%$ time

[Chorus]

"##&*%$" (What?)
"##&*%$" (What?)
"I wanna have sex with your ##&*%$" (Uhh)

"##&*%$" (What?)
"##&*%$" (What?)
"E=MC ##&*%$" (C'mon)


We holla at 'em like


[Verse 2]
I swear these little punks be wildin'
Claimin' they only $#&@ bad (*##$es

Chopper stylin', I be swimmin' in trash (*##$es goin' dumpster divin'
I met a (*##$ on the street, she said she want a ^!$$% that's deep
I'm deep

I said...
"I'm the Indian Jones of explorin' crotch.
I'm the Shakespeare of enormous @@#!."

I told her I got an 'oh so flow mean'
Rope-a-dope? Nope, I got a Poconos swing
Little (*##$ riddle me this (C'mon)

"What's the difference between a girl's mouth and a girl's ##&*%$? (What?)
There is none. I want my ^&@#$ to inside both of those things."
I know you gazin' at the words I text

I ain't a virgin', your wife ain't the first bird I pecked
She ain't per-fect, she per-plexed
She can't quite think

Your baby girl ain't right like birth defects
My religion is god body gynecology, I work with sex
Feelin' no pain like Percocets

Sellin' syrup and wet in church and sweat
You herb ^!$$%s got me twisted like cursive text
^!$$% I cling to her

I'll give her hella smoke
I'll sing to her
I'll tell her hella jokes like:

"Why did my ^&@#$ cross the road?" (What?)
"To get to the other ##&*%$"


[Chorus]
"##&*%$" (What?)
"##&*%$" (What?)

"I wanna have sex with your ##&*%$" (Uhh)
"##&*%$" (What?)
"##&*%$" (What?)
"2 + 2 = ##&*%$" (C'mon)


We holla at 'em like

"My dick is like an airplane. It gives girls !@($s.
I'm the Wayne Gretzky of sexual stuff.
I'm the, Hulk Hogan of slammin' muff.

Love is for girls and gays. (What?)
If you wanna be with me it goes one of two ways.
Either you have sex with me...
Or you have sex with me.
Girls love my sex.

I'm a good sex man.
Cause my sex is the best.
I'm like Jean Claude Van Damme.
But instead of fight people... I have sex with them."