Pick up the god damn
where the fuck were you Tuesday? With who you I at the studio what'd you do screw Dre? You there looking for me Boo excuse is too lame Keep playing me you're end up with a huge goose egg
You fake, lying slut you told me you knew Dre Que Lupe? You to lose two legs You try to this on me? If I spent more time you, you say "Ok yeeah, I'm coo-coo, hey?" Well, you
And I'd be the third person who screwed you Oh, four? Dre, Drake, Oh touche You were too for me you was my number one True Blue Ace But you and I can see you when you make That little boo-boo face 'cause I'm hanging up phone, boo You my fucking Bluetooth ache You feeling blue too Go smurf yourself you make me smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid Here's what you say to someone you
My life will be so better If you just dropped (dead) I was laying in bed last night And this thought just popped in my And I thought, wouldn't shit be a lot easier If you dropped (dead) I feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)
Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me the brink Hop on the freeway trying to get some time alone and just Then the cops pulled me over but let me go 'Cause I told 'em I'm only driving 'Cause that bitch drove me to I'm back on my fuck ho's But a new hatred for blondes, but bias? I hate all bitches the same, come on Excuse the pun but bitch such a broad statement And I am channeling my through every single station it's on
a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art 'Cause you ripped it in two And it in the garbage, who do you think you are? Bitch guess it's for me to get the dust off And myself 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 better if you just
My will be so much better If you just dead (dead) I was laying in bed last thinking And this thought popped in my head And I thought wouldn't just be a lot easier If you dead (dead) I feel so (so) much (much) better (better, better, better)
'Cause you me love me, Bitch, was a lie Now I Wanted to die So bad in my fucking, But fuck it there's fish in the sea
And I'mma have a of a time a single sailor for the night bitch on a scale Of 1 to 10, shit I be the holy grailer Catch this ho I got an Oscar attached to my fucking (great)
I might hit the on a chica's tail, uh Made for me say fuck it kick some shots back and hammer the These tryna get atached with the failer And him to the tail of my bumper To scratch them with the of my trailer like I'm itchin' to get hitched
Yeah I'm rich as a bitch but ain't shit I'd rather a bitch in a ditch Bitch you complain when you to this But you still throw at me That's what I call pitchin' a
That's why I'm at this chicks on sight Long as I got a bat and two it's foul but my dick's on strike So all that love is null and void bitch I'm a droid, I cupid stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed
Oi oi oi, man oh man, you boy boy Getting sick at girls girls girls Oink oink You pigs all you good boys doink doink doing
I got 99 problems and the bitch one She's all 99 of them I need a gun I take 'em all out I hope you this song And grow into a cardiac Have a heart and just drop dead And I'mma throw a fucking party after 'cause
My life will be so much If you just dead (dead)(I hate you) I was laying in bed last thinking And this thought just popped in my (you baby) And I thought wouldn't just be a lot easier If you dead (dead) I would feel so (so) much (much) (better, better, better)
I'm just playing bitch, you know I you