Man I fucked a lotta bitches man Made a lotta money, made a lotta enemies Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno That's a good question, would you
guns, that's me The one with the yay for twenty-three, that's me The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price Yoke that's nice, that's me The one that's
, yo, always used to rhyme So in that I became more curious Fuck bein' up north delirious, more serious Uh, so Killa did mixtapes CEO's heard, now here
Dutch is about 'Cuzzi bubbles grands slow dick in yo mouth And when you hear that moan he kicking you out Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what
Hummer La la bomba Face down ass up That's the way we like to fuck After that pucker up Babygirl we like to suck Sucker what Never duck That's
gettin' head in the car, whatever To all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet Have 'em lickin' your feet,whatever Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's
a freak Females, go 'head, act surprised Ya'll like sex more than guys Pop the question, they get silly You got your period? "Umm, not really" What's that mean to be polite? "It's the last day and it's
the crack on the street Tour over motherfucka let's get back on our feet Chorus 2x Verse 3: Un (whispering) Ay yo it's un bitch shhhhh it's un bitch
me Let me know, oh, oh girl If your dreams are without me Let me know, oh, oh girl It's not every day I wake up, that I'm happy It's not every day I'
's go We make hits in the studio nightly We out trying to get this money We take trips in the winter in jet planes To climates where it's sunny We got
in the trap, where ya at? Coke dealer's in the hood, what's good? Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit Well, come meet the man that's
Everything's a go And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor all the wheels and it's real Everything's a go New jeans, new cheese's, new gat, gimme a reason
tear to the Indian's eye The elephant won't forget what it's like inside his cage The ringmaster's telecaster sings on an empty stage Goddamn right it's
low in my cut not like a failure in front of baby's house Straight talkin' on a cellular, bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake With the gypsyness before it's
chain It's a man's game It's a man's game It's a man's game It's a man's game It's a man's game It's a man's game player It's a man's game, ooh
I punch the gas, I hit the brakes I punch the gas, I hit the brakes The poor man's hydraulics The poor man's hydraulics The poor man's hydraulics The poor man's
me, so would you please see If you can keep my name out your mouth 'Cause you don't really know what the game's all about It's 'bout feedin' the family
pepper spray It's all bad, it's all bad It's all bad Our Father who art in Heaven How it be thy name Thy kingdom come That's the prayer that I say