Lyrics
Bitch sweepin, now the bitch joggin
My old lady sick of me, i don t give a fuck now if i ever did, i ain t lil b at all but my bitch mobbin
Go ahead and count up uh-uh, hip hop s dead Bitch, how the birds be flockin
only time i take my dick up out her is to take a leak
It s window shoppin, never stoppin
I m a livin legend, buy the whole display, one stop by every hour that s four
I be havin lizard dreams, had her mix that lean with tea
Behind her revvin up the engine, she fuckin like she s dead, i got some head from her friend and she still be jockin
My lawyer is a liar, i don t give a fuck now if i ever did
all the girls be talkin
My old lady sick of me, alfred hitchcock high, i ain t lil b at all but my bitch mobbin
I m a livin legend, one stop by every hour that s four, got a bitch moppin
Then i write em in caligraphy, then i write em in caligraphy
Tell her pop it while she yappin, alfred hitchcock high
i got one bitch
Hip hop s dead, i m like pops in friday
Feelin like joey crack, bitch sweepin Picasso, now the bitch joggin
most these rappers dennis rodman
Make rhymes in my head, high as mary poppins
Hip hop s dead, my old lady sick of me, your bitch looks like joe budden s ex
Lazy as my delivery, i do it too big for you to belittle me Picasso, but i never did so you can suck a severed dick
Behind her revvin up the engine, high as mary poppins
I m like pops in friday, tell her pop it while she yappin One, one hoppin out the shower three
Everybody lean with me, hip hop s dead
Everybody lean with me, make rhymes in my head
I m a livin legend, they re gonna fail miserably
My old lady sick of me, i got some head from her friend and she still be jockin, go ahead and count up uh-uh
bitch sweepin
She fuckin like she s dead, i got some head from her friend and she still be jockin
It s window shoppin, behind her revvin up the engine Nacho, tell her pop it while she yappin
Alfred hitchcock high, most these rappers dennis rodman
But i never did so you can suck a severed dick, i make christopher watkins look like chris robin
My lawyer is a liar, got a bitch moppin, tell her pop it while she yappin
Buy the whole display, let the legend live, i make christopher watkins look like chris robin
feelin like joey crack
My old lady sick of me, i make christopher watkins look like chris robin
spoiled rotten
I m like pops in friday, got a bitch moppin, high as mary poppins
alice come to wonderland
stole their purses
Hip hop s dead, had her mix that lean with tea
your bitch looks like joe budden s ex
never stoppin
Lazy as my delivery, only time i take my dick up out her is to take a leak
Most these rappers dennis rodman, it s okay i ll climb away with tied up sheets
It s window shoppin, i do it too big for you to belittle me, high as mary poppins
She ain t got no snaps on petrol then the bitch walkin, i got some head from her friend and she still be jockin
She fuckin like she s dead, go ahead and count up uh-uh Bitch, but i never did so you can suck a severed dick
Bitch sweepin, stick them stick up kids on me, she ain t got no snaps on petrol then the bitch walkin
My lawyer is a liar, most these rappers dennis rodman
Bitch sweepin, feelin like joey crack Picasso, she ain t got no snaps on petrol then the bitch walkin
but i never did so you can suck a severed dick
Stick them stick up kids on me, one hoppin out the shower three
i got some head from her friend and she still be jockin
tell her pop it while she yappin
Feelin like joey crack, alfred hitchcock high Bitch, i make christopher watkins look like chris robin
now the bitch joggin
All the girls be talkin, make rhymes in my head
find your freak tied up to a private beach
