Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm on that Marylin
She got that Adam's apple and she asked about that passion
And we passed her with laughter and passed her whacker friend
Piece to the keys with that covered if they the keys that act up in
It's beasts in the streets and feathers and
She put a decent effort in but she's at the precinct hemorrhaging
Bring it to these bitches like Alpo
Bitches getting stitches if she under my scalpel
Bitches getting vicious when I tell 'em who the sight's on
Have these girls runnin' like roaches with the lights on
They been on that groupie shit
We been on that Gucci shit
Apple Cherry coochi clique
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Y'all be swearin' you the shit
But y'all be sharin' shoes and shit
Cool it, bitch
Yeah, we ain't getting paid for
'Cause I can't entertain you
I got nothing to say to ya
(No, no)
I don't even blame you
If I was you I'd hate too
You can't even fuck with us
Can't even fuck with us
(Oh, I)
You can't even fuck with us
Can't even fuck with us
These bitches fadin', they poppin' shit
And they hatin' 'cause we are
We the crème de la crème
All them other bitches are the H to the I-Ms
These niggas like her
They try to get in her cypher but he can't
Can't even roll text with us
These niggas can't even stand next to us
Trust, that I seen these bros be
Tryna make ends meet, Pantene Pro-V
Try to send beats to her and he's hoping
He can get a 16, he can get me open
But, um, I ain't fuckin' with these hipster niggas
These niggas really like sista niggas
You know, they sweeter than them spritzer niggas
I know niggas probably kissed a nigga
I know niggas probably dicked a nigga
Anyway, it's the B-A-N-K-S
To them niggas with V-I-S-A
C-A-S-H E-U-R-Os
Put a couple commas in them Z-E-R-Os
Lookin' for the dollars for the C-O-I-Ns
You need to get enough for both me and my friends
Yeah, we're more dimes than two bucks
These niggas be up in the hood like Ku Klux
Puffing on that loose again
Puffing on that 2 for 10
All these niggas oodling, noodling
Yeah, yeah, y'all niggas cool and shit
But all my bitches too legit we are
'Cause I can't entertain you
I got nothing to say to ya
(No, no)
I don't even blame you
If I was you I'd hate too
You can't even fuck with us
Can't even fuck with us
(Oh, I)
You can't even fuck with us
Can't even fuck with us
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