with? The girl in the dress wrote you a song You should've known You should've known Don't you think I was too young? You should've known
basement? That's why I don't see none of y'all You better recognize bitch, while I sit in front of y'all I don't owe you shit, nigga you owe me I'm '
shit You gonna have another drink or you just gonna babysit? On to the next one, somebody call the waitress Baby, I'm a boss, I don't know what they do I don't
like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood, it's all good Uhh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Was it all a dream (Tell me
man, and now you want me to change my plans with you Guess you learned your lesson cuz you calling me stressing Leaving........ messages saying you want me I see you
don't know how to bunt bitch. And this that cali kush you need to pass the blunt bitch. Im Sorry that I cuss you baby girl you're gorgeous. Psych you
(Music) And now you popping, got me wondering That's how to do with it You be swinging them hips You be licking yo lips You know what you doing, girl You
that Foreign grinds, hard times Getting mines, you know Uptown, big time, doing time You know, Harley Davis baby Cash Money is what pay me so you pay me
ass who you think you getting past I see right through you, you're whole sh-t is made of glass [Nicki Minaj] You see right through me How do you do
the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with You lil' brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie
me, I put it on Like there was nothin' wrong It didn't fit, it wasn't right Wasn't just the size They say you know when you know I don't know I didn't
off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill Listen garden tool don't me introduce you to my power tool You know the fucking drill How you douche bags feel knowing you
head boards, hood shit And you know this So baby, girl She ain't goin' nowhere, partna She stayin' right here Baby, girl I don't know why you lookin' Can't you see ain't
commit heinous, y'all niggas is brainless You tied up at gun point, flinch make you famous Blow make me live aimless, my gun stainless Aim for your temple, hope you
ain't buyin no huggies, don't dress him like me that ain't my lil buddy dem ain't my lips and them ain't my eyes you can keep them big pitchas and the
you Now, just think, just think that could've been you Just think, that should've been you Yeah, with me, I share the world with you But you ain't ride
, I want you to gimme what you got, then gimme more Baby, you can start on top, or all fours You know I like it, when you get into it Don't nobody do
you go? Where did you go? How did you know to get out of a world gone mad? Help me, help me, let go of the chaos around me The devil that hounds me, I