Lyrics
Fuck niggas, tell them suck a dick
Lollipop hoes, sucker shit
Lefrack shooter squad
My murder unit, niggas running through your rod
I could occupy Wall Street
But I’d rather occupy where the halls be They say morning sex is the best breakfast
If her head right, she might get a necklace
It ain’t tricking if you got it You on top of the world, baby, that’s my dick
Militainment, for the princess
Got weight on her chest -- bench press
Yeah, I’m about to let my shooters go Green light on you, I let my shooters know
Assassinate you
Cut your dick off, fucking castrate you
Yeah, this ain’t nothing but a war song
That’s right, this ain’t nothing but a war song
This ain’t nothing but a war song
That’s right, this ain’t nothing but a war song
They want beef, then we go to they crib
They want drama, then we go where they live
They want beef, then we go to they crib
Shit stinks and you know what it is Fuck bitches, lick blood from a tampon
I’m the reason you wake up to your mans gone
Dead hoes, the Marilyn Monroes
Now tell me who the best, I’m all ears -- Dumbo
I stay on top of niggas, y’all giving top to niggas
I’m like them yellow cabs, bitch, you don’t stop for niggas
Dudes thirsty but I’m too laid back
And keep the fools needing water like a Kool Aid pack
Damn nice, damn right from Van Dyke
Buffalo these broads like the bottom of Air Nikes
Got em like, «Why they give her the damn mic?»
The way I eat bitches, niggas think I’m a damn dyke
Step in Guiseppes, niggas respect g
N.O.R.E. are together like testes, see
So you might want to bang yourself
My pussy juice is on your nooses -- bitch, hang yourself