Juicy J
Ol’ ratchet ass bitch
Fuck me - tryna get your hustle on
Ain’t no nigga gunna pay your muthafuckin’ bills, bitch
Get your own shit, i don’t give a fuck, ho
Mac miller, tell these hoes what’s up, man
Mac Miller
She sayin’ fuck me, fuck me
She like it rough and that’s rugby
I’m partyin’ where there’s drugs free
This life to live, it don’t come cheap
Leave a hand print on her butt cheek
She give me head while i puff trees
I’m on drugs
She on drugs
Her nose just got bloody
Sniffin’ coke lines off my dick
She ridin’ on that train
She crushin’ down that powder
I’m puffin’ on this sour
Been fuckin’ her for hours and i still ain’t got my nut
You fuckin’ with that molly
She ain’t gon’ let you bust
Give me some while i hit the blunt
I’m in ya spirit, let me lift it up
If daddy come, get my shit and run
He gon’ see my ass, go and get his gun
You a devil bitch, let me tell you that
Feel like i been to hell and back
You textin’ me, addicted, you need me, you miss it
She crazy, she nasty
Everyday she harass me
I’m fuckin’ her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi
God damn, the sun is comin’ up
That’s the last time that i’m gon’ be fuckin’ with them drugs
Yup
She get a bunch of money, spend it all on drugs
Mobbin’ with her bitches, never fall in love
Dumpin’ out that yayo, sniffin’ all it up
Go ahead and hate her, cause everybody does
God damn, that’s a lucky ass bitch x4
Mac Miller
She got money, drugs and freedom
Blunts what she’s cheefin’
She ain’t got a job, but fuck it
She don’t need one
Drive drunk, she swervin’
Tryna fuck, she’s certain
Run around and stumble down
Hit her head, she hurtin’
Drunk as fuck, sniffin’ pills, wildin’ out
Tell the bitch to chill
Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp
Which one of my homie’s gon’ fuck her first?
She in love with drugs
That pussy get licked up
Picked up, then dicked down, bitch
Tell me who rich now?
You fuckin’ with the most dope knuckleheads
Gettin’ money, fuck the feds
Yeah that stevie wonder bread
Ain’t a rookie, uh, that bitch is famous, snookie
One thing i won’t do, - what’s that?
Pay for pussy
Juicy J
I’m trippy mane, looking for a trippy chick
That like to get fucked up and do some trippy shit
Paper planes rolled up i call them trippy sticks
Weed, pills, and the drank - codeine
She with it
Juicy got money and juicy got bitches
Smoking and drinking that charlie sheen living
Up in this bitch keep two hoes with me
Poppin’ them superman pills getting freaky - they freaky
I like double d’s
She like double d’s
Shawty can’t lose
She play on both teams
Hell in her mouth
Her becky fire
Molly pills, orange juice got the bitch wired
All my hoes got money and they keep me higher
Then i line em’ up for a menage-a-tois-er
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