TF I Look Like (Bonus Track) lyrics

[Intro: Idontknowjeffery]
Rockstar life, I ain't gon' say it twice
I'ma say this sh*t 90 times
n*gga, the whole tape about that sh*t we on, n*gga
n*gga, Above the Law Records, n*gga
Let's go

[Chorus: Idontknowjeffery]
Get too much pus*y, mane
I'm tired of getting pus*y, mane
Tired of getting pus*y every night (every night, uh)
I get too much pus*y mane
I'm tired of getting pus*y mane
Sike, what the f*ck I look like (let's go)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Rico & Idontknowjeffery]
I f*ck a new b*tch ever motherf*ckin' night
b*tch ain't tryna f*ck, then she gotta take a hike
b*tch, I ain't tryna talk, hoe, I'm just tryna pipe
I'ma beat the b*tch pus*y up like my name is Ike (Turner)

[Verse 2: Idontknowjeffery]
Nasty ass b*tch, just sucked, like, 10 di*ks
Now she tryna kiss (ew)
Now she tryna get sick
b*tches tryna reminisce, I don't remember sh*t
Ain't trying to have sex with no ex-b*tch
Sike
Old hoes, new hoes, both can get the pipe
Don't believe the hype, I don't f*ck if you ain't my type
Jeffery not the plug, but he got every drug you like
Orange juice, Patron
Jameson and Sprite
Jeffery dead wrong, I'm too drunk to drive home
Hoes on my phone, mane, I know they tryna bone
You can be my wife, marry me tonight
b*tch, sike, f*ck I look like (let's go)
I get too much pus*y, I ain't tryna f*ck tonight (uh-uh)
Marry me tonight, go on, be my wife
I took her to the Gucci store, get everything you like (b*tch, sike)
b*tch, sike, f*ck I look like (let's go)
Jeffery smoked an ounce, now he higher than his body count
I gotta make announce', "you ain't f*ckin', bounce"
For crying out loud, n*gga, I'm smokin' plenty loud
I can't hear a sound, n*gga, heart quit pound
Need another round, n*gga, I need another round
Bartender start to frown, turned me down
Jeffrey drinking beer, he drinking clear, he drinking plenty brown
n*gga drinking Crown, about to tear this sh*t down
Then I saw the blue lights, and I heard the sirens sound
Talm bout' "Jeffrey, pull over now", but I turned around
"Catch me if you wanna, lock me up, I don't give a f*ck"
Jeffrey, he be riding with them sl*ts, in the shorties' bus
Who tryna f*ck, two bad b*tches, I'm out of nut
Jeffrey riding' 'round with three hoes, these my Powerpuffs
These hoes 'bout to power up, off that powder, bruh
Know I got that motherf*ckin' white, know I got enough
Jeffery smoked an ounce, now he higher than his body count
Hoes in this house, my n*gga, point 'em out
Jeffrey made announce', "you ain't f*ckin', b*tch, go on bounce"
b*tches' pus*y poppin', b*tch, it's making pus*y pounds
Jeffrey want the [?], time to try it out
b*tch, I'm gon' vouch when my n*ggas ask about ya
When the time come, all the b*tches fly south
Tryna make a bag, 150-thou
Well, go on, be my wife, marry me tonight (tonight)
b*tch, sike, f*ck I look like
I get too much pus*y, I ain't tryna f*ck tonight
b*tch, sike, f*ck I look like