I Think I Love Her
Ha, peek-a-boo, bitch
Swag scare your kids
My airplane clothes flyer than your best this year
Gorillas in the mist pull back pump they fist
I'm from the planet of the apes King Kong clips
Silence lambs, bitch
Run through your land trippin'
Can't pretend when this is real as it gets can ya?
If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple laid back relax, it's mental
Shit you know what I do
Now tell me what you tryna get into
The man cars rented, the man car killing
Gossiping, man, fuck the car look at the man in it
Ha boys to man business
We don't hire bitches
Just fire bitches
It's young money fire spitters
Them red x's with us
And they ain't ate they dinner
Beginners feast feet lying fatality finish
I'm killin' these records they put me in Guinness
I really don't give a f-f-uck if you witness
You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it
I still gon' get my fucking percentage
I cuss a lot 'cause, bitch, I'm serious
Young no beard, get soup
Like gumbo with shrimp
Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch
Yeah my dog T was just rocking, ya heard me?
Hit the weed, T
Ya heard me? Yeah
Uh, now let me start by sayin'
I don't like this beat
But I weather the storm, I'ma lightening streak
Uh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me
Them crazy freaky bitches try to Cirque du Soleil me
Got some new bitches, Trell got 'em laughing
The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket
Shot gun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet
Fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon
Wet pussy is my cabin
More bitches than a pageant
I keep a house full, nigga, call me Bob Sagat
Spending time backwards
Hotter than a cactus
And we ain't in the building we the fucking contractors
Y-M mothafuck- why hate it?
Young Money down your throat gotta stay hydrated
Quarter bag Weezy
Young Tom Brady
Open up your mouth and catch a bomb, baby
Hehe, good morning, dude, Eagle Street corner Tune
Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna Doon
I'm warning you
We on the move
Bunch of female dogs and garden tools
That's bitches and hoes
Hospital full, sick of my flow
Hip-hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load
I load millions and more millions
Money to the ceiling
Nigga, no ceiling
Step up in this bitch 5 o'clock in the morning
The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning
I'ma get that worm now
Tell 'em it's my turn now
Y'all niggas need a lesson on some ethic you gon' learn now
I do this for the love of it
Saliva 'cause I love to spit
And I juke it for my future records
Y'all gon' love to spin
Fucking with my bredren ten years strong
And he put them dreads in silver john long
But he's more like platinum
Hold up here's a napkin
Pick your jaw up off the floor
And tuck your tongue right back in
Tell me where is Mack Maine?
(That's all I have)