Bad gyal no swalla nuttin'
Word to the Dalai Lama
He knows I'm a fashion killa
Word to john Galliano
He copying that Valentino
Ain't no telling me no
I'm that b*tch and he know he know
How y'all wifing these thots?
You don't get wins for that
I'm having another good year
We don't get blimps for that
pus*y game still cold
We don't get minks for that
When I'm popping them bananas
We don't link chimps for that
I gave these b*tches two years
Now your time's up
Bless her heart
She throwing shots but every line sucks
I'm in that cherry red foreign
With the brown guts
My sh*t slappin'
Like dude did LeBron's nuts