Goosebumpz

(album: Watching Movies With The Sound Off - 2013)

Better act right, 'cause I smack dykes
Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe
Bitch wanna live that rap life, but I already hit that last night
Think you're fucking with me, huh? Must be hitting that crack-pipe
I be making my money, thank God I learned how to add right
My cash like that cocaine, give me more, say, give me more
Don't worry 'bout it, ain't no thing, big-titty hoes in my videos
Classy bitch, don't kiss and tell
Smack her ass and then wish her well
Life sucks, better give 'em hell
Get money, fuck girls, free Biggavel
A million in my briefcase, 'bout to shop for some real estate
'Bout to party with drugs though, turn it up, bitch, feel the bass
Throwing money in your face, feeling good, living great
Bad bitches in different states, it's like I think I'm Vincent Chase
With porn stars, sports cars, and my crib got a courtyard
How we get all this money though?
You know how big his tours are?
Greedy bitch, you a needy bitch
Want some money, but need some dick

And my belt monogram
When I die, bet she fuck my hologram, though
When I die, bet she fuck my hologram, though
When I die, bet she fuck my hologram
When I die, bet she fuck my hologram
My hologram

We in my black Benz, windows up
Getting head, smoking blunts
Everybody know what's up, and I turn them girls to sluts
Crib's like a mob boss, my bitch get my car washed
We non-stop, my dick out, her jaw drop
'Cause all we do is fuck, fuck-fuck, fuck-fuck
All she wanna do is fuck, fuck-fuck, fuck-fuck
All she, all she wanna do is fuck, fuck-fuck, fuck-fuck
All she wanna do is fuck, fuck-fuck, fuck-fuck, fuck

Don't I look like a drug dealer? Don't I look like I'm somebody?
Killing beats with that Murder Inc, don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti?
Riding through in my hippy van
You broke bitches don't give a damn
You softer than the Michelin man
Your bitch put her pussy on Instagram
Better go hard when my flow starts
They're brand new with their old cars
Your pockets is on low carbs, she do a show, she a pollstar
In the penthouse, with the pants down
With the camera out, no hands now
Them hard drugs, we don't ran out
Can't believe that's somebody grandchild
She's so bad but I like it, wanna hear your pussy, I'll mic it
My credit card bill is righteous but, girl, that ass is so priceless
Spend the night with the right bitch, my dick ill, my pipe sick
Small pussy, tight fit, she loves to sniff that white shit
Fuck free, no charge, I play the pussy like Mozart
Eat that pussy, I won't starve
Love the pussy with my whole heart
Bitch named Layla my Clapton ho
Give me head, put the Benz in captain mode

And my belt monogram
When I die, bet she fuck my hologram though
When I die, bet she fuck my hologram though
When I die, bet she fuck my hologram

We in my black Benz, windows up
Getting head, smoking blunts
Everybody know what's up, and I turn them girls to sluts
Crib's like a mob boss, my bitch get my car washed
We non-stop, my dick out, her jaw drop
'Cause all we do is fuck, fuck-fuck, fuck-fuck
All she wanna do is fuck, fuck-fuck, fuck-fuck
All she, all she wanna do is fuck, fuck-fuck, fuck-fuck
All she wanna do is fuck, fuck-fuck, fuck-fuck, fuck