文本歌词

Btch - Andre Nickatina
I have no time to relax
I tell a fine brock *****
You better get back
Some hoes leave and they don't come back
I tell 'em don't call ***** send me a fax
***** said nicky why you party so tough
I had to tell her ***** ya
Don't party enough
I like the reup ***** then reup
Dry wit my knees when I roll **** up
Don't ask me 'bout last
Night ***** it's kinda blury
But the morning walked in
Court wearin my jewelry
My cell phone screams
Like a hot tea kettle
***** you can't even
Walk in those stilletos
The way I hit the mall
You call me macmall
Ball till I fall or
At least 'till I'm gone
I like my hair curled
I like my hat low
Ya ask where I'm from
I like to say fillmoe
And that's real dough
It connects like four
When I walk in the club
People open up doors
Put more ice cream in
That root beer float
When I wear a white suit
Man it looks like coke
Rush south west for a fight at 12
Hit another city then give it hell
A freak of mine
Got the jail in the bay
I made a phone call
Got her out the same day
Got the *****
Out the paris hilton way
Don't ask what
I did 'cuz I never will say
I split that blunt
I roll that blunt
I light that blunt
Now ***** what's up
With a house in here
Said I was washed up
Same hoes tried ta git
At me when I popped up
Man I'm a bay cat
Don't wear a wave cat
Tell a bald head
***** yo look at my perm
Cut in line when it's not my turn
That's ok 'cuz I pay a lawfirm
One mo time ***** look at my perm
I don't have ta brag 'cuz
It's better than yours yours yours yours yours
Yours yours