Where’s your killer instinct, son?
You gotta get angry, you gotta get mean
He wanna get, hit it to the right song
And if he lucky he can f#ck me with the lights on
He said that I’m in his top five like
Make the p#ss# c#m, force like a pipe bomb
You can have it your way, cuz my kiss is gourmet
Fast-forward foreplay, home run like four base
Gotta chill like sorbet
Don’t call me your bank
I’m always winning
And it don’t matter what the score say
Can’t show ’em no love, I’m ruthless
In my bed with my b#tch in a two-six
Can’t give them no time, n#gg#’s useless
I got more than you know what to do with
Can’t show ’em no love, I’m ruthless
In my bed with my b#tch in a two-six
Can’t give them no time, n#gg#’s useless
I got more than you know what to do with
Girls wanna have fun, Cyndi Lauper
I take ’em from the runway, Cindy Crawfords
I act cool wit you, the Windy Oscars
I just finished sixty concerts
And I slider when I’m high
Got that powder in my eyes
Need a pound when I arrive
Eiffel towers in the skies
Where that? It’s Paris France
I lighting flowers on the side
They judge my life, it’s ruthless
One flight, two flight, then cruise ship
It’s hard on me, they stupid
Plus, I got my b#tches boob fixed
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Money keep me live
Rabbit outta my hat
Nah, this ain’t even magic
Peter mad at me now, this ain’t even tragic
Eazy Mac
Go go gadget
Can’t show ’em no love, I’m ruthless
In my bed with my b#tch in a two-six
Can’t give them no time, n#gg#’s useless
I got more than you know what to do with
Can’t show ’em no love, I’m ruthless
In my bed with my b#tch in a two-six
Can’t give them no time, n#gg#’s useless
I got more than you know what to do with
You got an issue b#tch, address it like a letter
Angry little bird, don’t you ruffle up my feathers
Diving in my ocean and he’s searching for the treasure
Got I’m sweatin’ under pressure like shaking like a tremor
On fire like a chef in Hell’s Kitchen
Only rocks you got is the ones that you kickin’
And you know my p#ss# bomb
I don’t wait, times tickin’
Me and my b#tches taking out the opposition
One-stop-shop be choking on my hot sauce
Dancing circles in his head, something like a Foxtrot
If my girl wanna hit I don’t cock-block
Going down, heating up, slow-cooked crock-pot
Blowing kisses, no condition, low position, no admission, no permission
If he come with no ambition
Last night had him sending wit some b#tches
Thought he died and went to heaven
On his knees, had a praying like a Christian
I swear to God
Can’t show ’em no love, I’m ruthless
In my bed with my b#tch in a two-six
Can’t give them no time, n#gg#’s useless
I got more than you know what to do with
Can’t show ’em no love, I’m ruthless
In my bed with my b#tch in a two-six
Can’t give them no time, n#gg#’s useless
I got more than you know what to do with
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