CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bikini Bottom Flow
Ay, yuh, ay!
I'm ugly as hell, b*t*h, I feel like I'm SpongeBob
Yo' b*t*h on my d**k, I make her do Billy Bop
Choppa big clappa, I run around yo' block
You outta time, b*t*h, wield and clutch
Bad b*t*hes, like I made the boardwalk
Shoot the shooters, feel like Lil Hanc*ck
Ay, shoot the shooter, feel like Lil Hanc*ck
Walk on yo' b*t*h, yeah I suicide walk
Packin' your small a** like I'm show'n off
Back to the SpongeBob sh*t, that was lit!
Don't throw a pitch, 'cause you know I'ma hit!
Ten-thousand b*t*hes look at my fit
Twenty-thousand b*t*hes look at my fist
Thirty-thousand, when I spend on your b*t*h
Flows so cold, open the fridge
Couple thousand views, I think I'm on Twitch
B*t*h you ugly, you know that you are The Grinch
I be choppin' at the b*t*h, Bruce Lee
Yah, young killer with the box, now with 'Preme
Make your b*t*h on me, killin' my sleep
Yah, I be ballin' like my name Paul G
B*t*h, pull like you nim my D
Play with this sh*t like guitar, yah
Bust it open like a jar, yah
Indian b*t*h like a star, yah
Queen Latifah, I'm a star, yah
Three b*t*hes with choppas for both
And this b*t*h wanna nut on her nose
And this pu**yboy when I get domed
Red dot at his mo'f**kin' nose, ayy
Beat 'em like I'm a Redbone
And you know I be bad to the bone
And this lil' b*t*h, she takin' off clothes
Ay, out the function, boy, like Fanboy and Chum-Chum
Chew on my word, that's some gum-gum
Fifty means shot around gun-gun
This song go bad, it go dumb-dumb
South, b*t*h we don't ever take dubs
Unless I'm rappin' 'bout dumb sh*t
Unless I'm doin' kinda like dumb sh*t
"S.I.V." tatted right on my lip
No - (1:14 through 1:21 of the song is lost)
I'm ugly as hell, b*t*h, I feel like I'm SpongeBob
Yo' b*t*h on my d**k, I make her do Billy Bop
Choppa big clappa, I run around yo' block
You outta time, b*t*h, wield and clutch
Bad b*t*hes, like I made the boardwalk
Shoot the shooters, feel like Lil Hanc*ck
Ay, shoot the shooter, feel like Lil Hanc*ck
Walk on yo' b*t*h, yeah I suicide walk
Packin' your small a** like I'm show'n off
Back to the SpongeBob sh*t, that was lit!
Don't throw a pitch, 'cause you know I'ma hit!
Ten-thousand b*t*hes look at my fit
Twenty-thousand b*t*hes look at my fist
Thirty-thousand, when I spend on your b*t*h
Flows so cold, open the fridge
Couple thousand views, I think I'm on Twitch
B*t*h you ugly, you know that you are The Grinch
I be choppin' at the b*t*h, Bruce Lee
Yah, young killer with the box, now with 'Preme
Make your b*t*h on me, killin' my sleep
Yah, I be ballin' like my name Paul G
B*t*h, pull like you nim my D
Play with this sh*t like guitar, yah
Bust it open like a jar, yah
Indian b*t*h like a star, yah
Queen Latifah, I'm a star, yah
Three b*t*hes with choppas for both
And this b*t*h wanna nut on her nose
And this pu**yboy when I get domed
Red dot at his mo'f**kin' nose, ayy
Beat 'em like I'm a Redbone
And you know I be bad to the bone
And this lil' b*t*h, she takin' off clothes
Ay, out the function, boy, like Fanboy and Chum-Chum
Chew on my word, that's some gum-gum
Fifty means shot around gun-gun
This song go bad, it go dumb-dumb
South, b*t*h we don't ever take dubs
Unless I'm rappin' 'bout dumb sh*t
Unless I'm doin' kinda like dumb sh*t
"S.I.V." tatted right on my lip
No - (1:14 through 1:21 of the song is lost)
