CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Free Joe Exotic
Energy made this one!
Trapped the whole winter
Scammed for the summer
Came to America wit' dope in her stomach
Spent $1,100 on these Valentino runners
We just f**kin' for the summer, 'fore I hit, I change my number
Pa—Packman on a track? It's a slapper!
I—I—I'll jump off a bridge 'fore I put my d**k in plastic
I was so f**ked up, that I had to sell plaster
If my b*t*h say bless you when you sneeze, you can have her
Don'—Don't blame me if you broke, you just a woulda, coulda, shoulda
Try to rob me, you hear the booka, booka, booka
I don't like good girls, I like hooker, hooker, hookers
And I don't sell crack, I'm givin' n***as booger sugar
Call the plug, and he pullin' up on a Kawasaki
Tell my brother if he catch a body, then I'm tellin' mommy
Hallelujah, Jesus Christ, but I'm with a thousand Ockeys
Came up from sellin' pu**y, free my n***a Joe Exotic
She said she can feel it in her stomach, stop capping
'Ol lyin' ass b*t*h, my d**k ain't that big
Cougar b*t*h, but she look good, Toni Braxton
I—I—I—I—I got low self-esteem, I was a fat kid
Suck it good, chew it, then swallow, Sour Patch Kid
My b*t*h 'bout to leave me 'cause I'm built like Patrick
I nut super quick and I be weighin' down the mattress
On the low, dawg, I'm tired of this fat sh*t
I—I—I—I—I—I—I—I—I ain't signed to nobody, b*t*h, I work for me
b*t*h f**ked a opp for revenge, she think she hurtin' me
Caught 'em both slippin' at the movies, gave 'em First Degree
Rihanna got awards in that case, b*t*h, Herpe me
Trapped the whole winter
Scammed for the summer
Came to America wit' dope in her stomach
Spent $1,100 on these Valentino runners
We just f**kin' for the summer, 'fore I hit, I change my number
Pa—Packman on a track? It's a slapper!
I—I—I'll jump off a bridge 'fore I put my d**k in plastic
I was so f**ked up, that I had to sell plaster
If my b*t*h say bless you when you sneeze, you can have her
Don'—Don't blame me if you broke, you just a woulda, coulda, shoulda
Try to rob me, you hear the booka, booka, booka
I don't like good girls, I like hooker, hooker, hookers
And I don't sell crack, I'm givin' n***as booger sugar
Call the plug, and he pullin' up on a Kawasaki
Tell my brother if he catch a body, then I'm tellin' mommy
Hallelujah, Jesus Christ, but I'm with a thousand Ockeys
Came up from sellin' pu**y, free my n***a Joe Exotic
She said she can feel it in her stomach, stop capping
'Ol lyin' ass b*t*h, my d**k ain't that big
Cougar b*t*h, but she look good, Toni Braxton
I—I—I—I—I got low self-esteem, I was a fat kid
Suck it good, chew it, then swallow, Sour Patch Kid
My b*t*h 'bout to leave me 'cause I'm built like Patrick
I nut super quick and I be weighin' down the mattress
On the low, dawg, I'm tired of this fat sh*t
I—I—I—I—I—I—I—I—I ain't signed to nobody, b*t*h, I work for me
b*t*h f**ked a opp for revenge, she think she hurtin' me
Caught 'em both slippin' at the movies, gave 'em First Degree
Rihanna got awards in that case, b*t*h, Herpe me
