ROMEOMUSTDIE! lyrics

[Chorus]
These n*ggas pus*y, guess you are what you eating
I got a new b*tch every day of the week, ooh
Huddled up by the gang [?]
Hi-Tech with the Perky, I been geeking, okay
pus*y n*gga, who the f*ck you be?
You're not my mans, uh, you can't handle me
Prada walking, got it on my fade
Talking crazy, we might leave him in the straight, ooh

[Verse]
Double the cost
I be running it up
Can't show no love
That b*tch is a bum
I put a n*gga on stretcher
He don't want beef, don't want pressure
I pour the lean, I don't measure
All of that talking, election
I can count a thirty, I'm not dumb, b*tch
Don't hit my line saying that you all in love, b*tch, ooh, yeah
Water on me, I ain't talking tub, b*tch
It's cool, you n*ggas was talking some, can I get a hush sh*t, uh
I ain't trapping, I ain't rapping, b*tch, I'm preaching
You try your hardest, b*tch, I do this on the weekend
I popped a thirty, boy, it really got me geeking
I popped a thirty, boy, it really got me tweaking
They hit my line for the recipe, they just wanna see
I got this b*tch down here on her knees, she just wanna please, ooh
All I do is win, baby, call me Charlie Sheen
I fell in love with these racks, it's the only thing I need
[Chorus]
These n*ggas pus*y, guess you are what you eating
I got a new b*tch every day of the week, ooh
Huddled up by the gang [?]
Hi-Tech with the Perky, I been geeking, okay
pus*y n*gga, who the f*ck you be?
You're not my mans, uh, you can't handle me
Prada walking, got it on my fade
Talking crazy, we might leave him in the straight, ooh