American Idol lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse]
I'm in the studio tryna rap, but I got a cold
Busted-ass whip that you drive, that b*tch old
Just caught one of my opps at the mall tryna steal clothes
Just caught this lil' b*tch at the beauty supply tryna steal hair
A n*gga just tried to diss me, but I ain't care
This b*tch just told me her bills due and ain't no food over there
Too many n*ggas knew where I was at, I had to move from over there
This b*tch just said she wanna f*ck, I'm finna pull up over there
I just caught a bum-ass n*gga stealin' underwear
Beat a n*gga ass and knock him out like Undertaker
I'm sippin' on a three right now, my heart racin'
And I f*cked a b*tch yesterday that told me she was taken
My mans said he got Wockhardt and I ain't waitin'
I'm finna do the dash right now 'cause I'm impatient (Skrrt)
I just f*cked a bad-ass b*tch that had braces
n*ggas f*cked up out here, they procrastinate
I'm lookin' for the lean right now 'cause I'm agitated
This b*tch keep blowin' up my phone, now I'm irritated
My cousin keep askin' me for money, he irritatin'
I got a whole glass pint of red in the refridgerator
n*ggas f*cked up, ain't no food in they refridgerator
I'm finna f*ck this b*tch and I'ma buy her a washer and dryer
I just scammed a young-ass n*gga that was a minor
And I scammed an ugly-ass n*gga that was albino
This b*tch ugly as hell, she look like a rhino
I just slapped the f*ck out of a n*gga named Michael
Lame-ass n*gga, tryna go on American Idol
I just sold a lame-ass n*gga a car with no title
I'm tryna spark up a Backwood but I ain't got no lighter
This b*tch keep suckin' on my di*k like a pacifier
I just caught a bum-ass n*gga in a Pacifica
And I heard he got locked up eatin' di*kerson
This b*tch just said, "Where you at?" I'm at the studio
I'm finna f*ck this b*tch and I'ma buy her Don Julio ('25)
This some fire cookie, b*tch, I'm smokin' on Oreos (Fire)
n*ggas f*cked up, can't even buy a pack of Oreos
I'm finna f*ck this b*tch at the crib with the TV on (Come on)
n*ggas broke as hell, tryna sell CDs and movies
Caught a bum-n*gga tryna scrap up on a loosey
This b*tch irritate, keep askin' me can I buy her a pack of juicies
He went to jail for a week and turned into a Juicy Fruit
I'm in a car, doin' the dash, hangin' out the roof (Skrrt)
Caught one of my opps at the store, just punched him in the tooth
And I heard his cousin tryna buy lean, I'ma play with his juice
This b*tch say she wanna go with me, I'ma play with her mind
I'm finna meet bro with a pint on Autobine (Here I come)