Heaven’s Little bast*rd lyrics

[Intro]
Mama, you look like a rock star
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Bbymutha - I'm in labour giving birth today
Hit the trap tomorrow, pus*y diamond, call her Lisa Ray
Big bread, "he don't give head" - that's what shawty say
Face red, I was on my period, he ate today
Sour di*k, he got her going gay, I'm f*cking either way
Smashing b*tches off of Twitter, I'on't gotta pay
I don't gotta lay up with these n*ggas, I got sh*t to shake
I don't gotta kiki with these b*tches, too much bread to make
Soda just to bake
Whip it, flip it, sh*t, that sh*t upstate
Master of the bait, make your baby daddy masturbate
I be doing great, I been staying in my f*cking lane
You should do the same
Out here looking like a f*cking lame

[Hook]
Is there a heaven for a bast*rd?
I go to church but only if I f*ck the pastor
I eat the pus*y in the motherf*cking pew
Give a f*ck 'bout what you do
f*ck that book and f*ck you
Only motherf*cking God can judge me
Is there a heaven for a bast*rd?
I go to church but only if I f*ck the pastor
I eat the pus*y in the motherf*cking pew
Give a f*ck 'bout what you do
f*ck that book and f*ck you
Only motherf*cking God can judge me, lil' b*tch

[Verse 2]
All black, all eyes on me
Big lips, big di*k, make it rain on me
Ain't slept three weeks, cocaine on me
New shoes, Stanley Steemer, ain't a stain on me
Should of never f*cked your n*gga, f*ckin' shame on me
He ain't comin' back and you can put the blame on me
I don't really want him either, I just bought a bag of reefer
I just bought a flight to Europe, never beef about a cheater
My di*k bigger n*gga, I could never need ya
I need M's in the bank, so I'mma see you when I see ya
Smokin dope in Costa Rica with the coldest Mamacita
I been gettin' rich, I been feelin' like that b*tch
Money Mitch, f*ck that sh*t you claim, hoe I love the game
I like hustlin' it make me feel insane, b*tches looking strange
I'mma make a change I'mma show these n*ggas ways can rain
Don't forget my name - bbymutha all lowercase, b*tch!

[Hook]
Is there a heaven for a bast*rd?
I go to church but only if I f*ck the pastor
I eat the pus*y in the motherf*cking pew
Give a f*ck 'bout what you do
f*ck that book and f*ck you
Only motherf*cking God can judge me
Is there a heaven for a bast*rd?
I go to church but only if I f*ck the pastor
I eat the pus*y in the motherf*cking pew
Give a f*ck 'bout what you do
f*ck that book and f*ck you
Only motherf*cking God can judge me, lil' b*tch