White b#tches, black b#tches, fat b#tches, sport b#tches
I don’t like a-a scary b#tches, ugly b#tches
Lame b#tches, lame b#tches, don’t f#ck with a lame b#tches
Six girls, yeah-make me happy cause I’m king
Yessir, yeah-make me happy cause I’m king (Aww, yeah)
Yeah, age this b#tches is bigger than me (Aww, yeah-yeah)
I put f#ckin bank (Yeah) I put f#ckin bank (Woah)
Robber in my head (Woah) robber in my head (Woah)
Turn up f#ckin switches, I don’t see my diamonds
And my shorte love a pole
And she know, my weapon is a big Glocks, big steppers, big choppas, big laser on your head (Boom-boom-boom, yeah)
(Woah) I’m talking f#ckin sh#t, my lil b#tch gimme brain, maybe I’ll teach
Wock-wock-wock-wock-wock
I’m a ugly baby (Yeah)
I’m a richest baby (Yeah)
Wanna lotta famous (Yeah)
Got no choppas, I know (Yeah)
Yeah, long live (f#ck with me)
It’s a freestyle bro (Yeah)
Yeah, it’s lit b#tch (Yo)
Brrat-brrat, go-go (No b#tch selling bro)
I’m a richest, baby (woah)
Six girls, yeah-make me happy cause I’m king
Yessir, yeah-make me happy cause I’m king (Aww, yeah)
Yeah, age this b#tches is bigger than me (Aww, yeah-yeah)
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