Preach

Damn girl looking good in your baby phat
You got an ass a skinny
Nigga could handle that
Look I ain't T-Pain I don't love strippers
I might buy em a drank if that ass thicker
Look I’m a hustler I like
To get the cash quicker
And I don’t settle for less
I’m not no ass kisser
I’m the ladies man bring your lady friends
I’mma bring my niggas and we can get it in
She like to pop pills, I like to pop steel
And leave a bitch ass nigga
With a doctor bill
You fully load ma you don’t need Dr phil
I got this Mary Jane shit
Ease your mind forreal
Lets take a trip to my apartment
Take a lil shot of patron get it started
You fuckin’ with a gangster tonight so
Say goodbye to the waynester type
You with the Rock

Let me tell y’all something
I seen this bitch right she fine than a
Motherfucker I ain’t gone lie straight up
I take her home though, fucked and got off
Pitbull type

Now do I love them hoes, hell no
Take her to the swap meet before Melrose
Benihana, more like like Top Ramen noodles
Champagne no sweet Kool-Aid made by Sherane
Send her back to her
Boyfriend with cum stains
I redesign bitches wardrobe
All I do is make up something
Then sit it between her earlobes
She thinking no one ever invented clothes
Used to hide the camera in the closet
Now I’m like I’m doing you a
Favor to fuck you bitch pose
They don’t even want to go to award shows
They just wanna award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends no
Shit if Big Pimpin
Is a sin then I rather not repent (preach)

Girl on the phone
You know I need my master back
Like Jay Z first album
Okay I got this one girl her name
Is tity pop her name is what?
Her name is tiny pop I met her
At USC she’s a good girl