Pick up the god phone
Bitch where the fuck you Tuesday? who you say? I at the studio Bitch what'd you do screw You went looking for me Boo that excuse is too Keep playing me you're gonna end up a huge goose egg
You fake, lying slut you never me you knew Dre Que Lupe? You want to lose two You try to flip on me? If I more time with you, you say "Ok yeeah, I'm coo-coo, hey?" Well, you
And I'd be the third who screwed you today Oh, Dre, Drake, Lupe? Oh touche You too two-faced for me Thought you was my number one Blue Ace But you and I can see you when you make That little boo-boo face I'm hanging up this phone, boo You make my Bluetooth ache You blue too late Go smurf yourself you make me wanna smurfin' puke Kool Aid Here's you say to someone you hate
My life will be so much If you just dead (dead) I was in bed last night thinking And thought just popped in my head And I thought, wouldn't just be a lot easier If you dead (dead) I would so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)
Think I just relapsed, this bitch me over the brink Hop on the freeway to get some time alone and just think the cops pulled me over but they let me go 'Cause I told 'em I'm driving drunk 'Cause that bitch drove me to I'm back on my fuck ho's But a whole new for blondes, but bias? I hate all bitches the same, come on Excuse the pun but bitch you're such a broad And I am channeling my through every single station it's on
a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art 'Cause you it in two pa-arts And it in the garbage, who do you think you are? Bitch guess it's time for me to get the off And pick up off the carpet But I'll never say the L-word I la-la-la-la Ah I hope you hear song and go into a cardiac arrest My life would be so much better if you
My life will be so much If you dropped dead (dead) I was in bed last night thinking And thought just popped in my head And I thought wouldn't just be a lot easier If you dropped (dead) I would feel so (so) (much) better (better, better, better)
'Cause you me You'd me, Bitch, was a lie Now I Wanted to die So bad in my fucking, But it there's 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, I must be the holy grailer Catch this ho I got an Oscar to my fucking name (great)
I hit the club on a chica's tail, uh Made for me say fuck it kick some shots back and the nailer These bitches tryna get with the failer And latch him to the of my bumper To them with the back of my trailer like I'm itchin' to get hitched
Yeah I'm rich as a bitch but bitches shit I'd rather a bitch in a ditch you complain when you listen to this But you still yourself at me That's what I pitchin' a bicth
why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul but my on strike So all that love shit is and void bitch I'm a droid, I void cupid stupid wasn't for you'd be unemployed
Oi oi oi, man oh man, you boy boy Getting sick at these girls girls oink oink You fucking pigs all you good doink doink doing
I got 99 problems and the bitch one She's all 99 of them I a machine gun I take 'em all out I hope you this song And grow a cardiac arrest Have a attack and just drop dead And I'mma throw a fucking party this 'cause
My life will be so better If you just dropped dead (dead)(I you) I was laying in bed last night And thought just popped in my head (you baby) And I thought wouldn't shit be a lot easier If you dropped (dead) I feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)
I'm just bitch, you know I love you