Lookin Ass n*gga (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Bring that mic
You see I’m bout to talk a little crazy
Make sure it’s no children around, no old folks
And I’m usually real respectful
It’s just
They said I had to do it
n*gga told me come get ya'll
Aha! Uh

[Verse 1]
Look at ya'll pitiful, typical, living with some b*tches call yo sister you don’t even know
b*tches
Look look, look at ya'll b*tches
Look, look look
Aha, look at ya'll worn out whored out, slored out, pus*y walls tore out
All ya'll b*tches
Look look
Just look at ya'll b*tches
Look look
Said that she want some red bottoms, give a little head
Got em, no problem, take a little trip
Leave yo kids home while you get a little di*k
Type b*tch, thinkin you slick
Tryna get rich off a n*gga like me, type b*tch
Know my real n*ggas gon’ like this sh*t
They gon’ love this sh*t, they gon’ rock this sh*t
They like Nicki she didn’t even have to drop this sh*t
But I got this sh*t, you can ask my clique
How many pretty b*tches kicked out this b*tch?
She just put a pic with a n*gga up
In the same minute that when she hit me up
Talkin bout Trigga when we getting up
You know it’s been a minute since we really f*cked
Get it up quick type b*tch, in the whip type b*tch
She don’t leave a drip then you kiss that b*tch
Type a b*tch
Look at ya'll b*tches
These hoes crazy, I swear out here
Sellin ass and dreams, frontin like queens but it ain’t what it seem
Watch out for that
Type a b*tch
I done seen these hoes jump table to table tellin fibs and favors
Look at yall b*tches
These hoes ain’t yours, these hoes ain’t mine
n*gga these hoes is bout design
Look at yall b*tches

And I ain’t through wit ya'll b*tches
Ain’t nothing new wit ya'll b*tches
I hit a couple ya'll b*tches then I’m through wit yall b*tches
Uh uh my b*tches
She like who is you talkin you? Crazy
sh*t is it you that I’m talkin to baby?
These b*tches be broke and these b*tches be crazy
These b*tches be broke and these b*tches be lazy
When you get yo money on yo own
And you ain’t let a n*gga do it
That’s when you can tell me that yo chrome
What you think a n*gga stupid?
Look at yall just turned dyke ass hoes
And you used to be like that hoes
Look at yall back, fiendin b*tches
Never get a penny if you aks me b*tches
Waitin on a n*gga to come save you b*tches
Aks God oh Lawd why he made these type of b*tches
Tell me where yo daddy go
I just wanna know
Who raised these type of b*tches
Man I hate these kind of b*tches
And if you’re a good girl
Don’t be trippin, I ain’t talkin bout you
Talkin bout these b*tches
No disrespect at all to my women that are ladies that carry themselves
I don’t like these b*tches
Know I ain’t talkin to you girl, me I’m on
Talkin bout these b*tches
And I hate that I had to be so vulgar
Talkin bout these b*tches
It’s just when I heard this sh*t
I mean like I felt like an incredible time to say what’s on my mind

Yeah
Nicki wussup?
I love you baby
Uh
Trigga
Trigga
Uh uh

Aha (x5)