Private lyrics

[Intro]
Wheezy beats

[Chorus]
I just made a load of b*tches go f*ck on my daddy, yeah (Woo)
Show 'em I'm not average, I'm f*ckin' on a Kardashian, yeah
I just want my [?] new ring like a Kardashian, yeah (Woo)
I just might record her suckin' di*k so she can't pass me, yeah (Woo)
I'ma just gon' go droppin' drippin' drop the T top
I'ma just gon' serve that n*gga yola, wipe his Reeboks
He got caught on camera killin' n*ggas, yeah, but we not
And I'm saucin' bad, b*tch, I'm flyer than a eagle

[Verse]
Upset stomach, got three stripes just like Adidas
Exes say they miss her bad but they never see her
b*tches say my b*tch is boring then they wanna be her (What?)
b*tches say my b*tch a fraud then turn 'round and wanna be her (Woo)
I'm just 'bout that cash talk, I'm signin' checks (Signing checks)
I don't f*ck with planes, I want a private jet (Woo)
Throw a private part, call it Project X (Project X)
Pull up in a Rover then demand respect (Demand respect)
Dynasty, ran up them Gs
Drank you some lean, turn a ho to a freak
Karate-ooo, like Goku-eee (Okay)
Toilet stools, I'm sh*ttin' on these
Dominos, got bad hoes
Been runnin' 'round with they pants down
They make that ass twirl 'round and 'round
I bought her so many bags, she could supply the town