CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Free Joe Exotic
(Enrgy made this one)
Trapped the whole winter, scammed for the summer
Came to America with dope in her stomach
Spent eleven hundred on these Valentino runners
We just f**kin' for the summer, 'fore I hit, I change my number
Packman on the track? It's a slapper
I'll jump off a bridge 'fore I put my d**k in plastic
I was so f**ked up that I had to sell plasma
If my b*t*h say, "Bless you," when you sneeze, you can have her
Don't blame me if you broke, you just a woulda, coulda, shoulda
Try to rob me, you hear the booka, booka, booka
I don't like good girls, I like hooker, hooker, hookers
And I don't sell crack, I'm givin' n***as booger sugar
Call the plug, and he pullin' up on a Kawasaki
Tell my brother if he catch a body, then I'm tellin' mommy
Hallelujah, Jesus Christ, but I'm with a thousand ahkis
Came up from sellin' pu**y, free my n***a Joe Exotic
She said she can feel it in her stomach, stop capping
Ol' lyin' ass b*t*h, my d**k ain't that big
Cougar b*t*h, but she look good, Toni Braxton
I-I-I-I-I got low self-esteem, I was a fat kid
Suck it good, chew it, then swallow, Sour Patch Kid
My b*t*h 'bout to leave me 'cause I'm built like Patrick
I nut super quick and I be weighin' down the mattress
On the low, dawg, I'm tired of this fat sh*t
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I ain't signed to nobody, b*t*h, I work for me
b*t*h f**ked an opp for revenge, she think she hurtin' me
Caught 'em both slippin' at the movies, gave 'em First Degree
Rihanna got warts, in that case, b*t*h, herpe me
Trapped the whole winter, scammed for the summer
Came to America with dope in her stomach
Spent eleven hundred on these Valentino runners
We just f**kin' for the summer, 'fore I hit, I change my number
Packman on the track? It's a slapper
I'll jump off a bridge 'fore I put my d**k in plastic
I was so f**ked up that I had to sell plasma
If my b*t*h say, "Bless you," when you sneeze, you can have her
Don't blame me if you broke, you just a woulda, coulda, shoulda
Try to rob me, you hear the booka, booka, booka
I don't like good girls, I like hooker, hooker, hookers
And I don't sell crack, I'm givin' n***as booger sugar
Call the plug, and he pullin' up on a Kawasaki
Tell my brother if he catch a body, then I'm tellin' mommy
Hallelujah, Jesus Christ, but I'm with a thousand ahkis
Came up from sellin' pu**y, free my n***a Joe Exotic
She said she can feel it in her stomach, stop capping
Ol' lyin' ass b*t*h, my d**k ain't that big
Cougar b*t*h, but she look good, Toni Braxton
I-I-I-I-I got low self-esteem, I was a fat kid
Suck it good, chew it, then swallow, Sour Patch Kid
My b*t*h 'bout to leave me 'cause I'm built like Patrick
I nut super quick and I be weighin' down the mattress
On the low, dawg, I'm tired of this fat sh*t
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I ain't signed to nobody, b*t*h, I work for me
b*t*h f**ked an opp for revenge, she think she hurtin' me
Caught 'em both slippin' at the movies, gave 'em First Degree
Rihanna got warts, in that case, b*t*h, herpe me
