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Ho's on me like gold on fronts
Pull 'bout any grown bitch I want
You fuck boys ain't turning up
I pull about five vials out for brunch
Look at you, what you tryna do
My bitch bad like Lisa Cooper
Face like Ri, ass like Badu
You trying to chop Chop it up ma, try kung fu
Fufu fun, you Fu Manchu
Two for one, one for me, one for you
Club mega in the house, woo-woo-woo
Bad blood motherfucker, woo-woo-woo

Verse 2: Micah James
Damn muhfucker, like you too smooth
Run train on the track like choo-choo-choo
Bitches on deck like 52
Bad ass bitches like Nicki too
This shit taste like really great
You's a Baltimore nigga with a Philly fade
And this Philly bitch with her pretty face
Who can ride the dick for like 50 days, uh-huh
No nigga, not 50 Shades
This ain't grey, we just black
Trying be strong but it's a fact
White-White man say dance we just tap
Y'all sound like Amazing Grace
Not by Mahalia but Azealia Banks
And I'm cool on that shit, that's what's up
Hot boy nigga like what-what-what

Verse 3: Amanda Blank
I got dudes on top of dudes
Kim K selfish, Kim K nudes
You talk shit, I don't need to run
And your man real weak, I don't even cum
And you come for me, I don't come for none
Nun' but one bitch under the sun
Golden pussy with a platinum tongue
Stays in my mouth if your man ain't hung
Look at you, what you trying say
My man bad from around the way
He like to pull my hair and then grab my waist and put in his face and then catch a case, ow
Y'all know my skin is thick and my ass is too, I don't give a shit
I blow up like tic-tic-tic
Y'all bitches suck like dick-dick-dick

Refrain: Naeem
Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo
Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo
Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo
Club mega in the house, woo-woo-woo
Bad blood motherfucker, woo-woo-woo

Verse 4: Naeem
I dominate dumb, dumb, dick 'em down your bitch
Toss head like the rock and I'm palming it
Dunk dick in these niggas like a Dunkaroo
Your new niggas doing niggas, like a nigga knew
Your new bitch old news, oh, I thought you new
Got bars and loofah too
Clean eat off, lick both the scoops
When teens off it, hook all the youth
You famished, I look fabulous
In the back with a bad bitch, established
Already established, no sexy tapes
Rubber band, band, pop bands in your face
Every rapper think they one of the greats
Eat goats like I'm Trini, billy dead on the plate
Manish water used to chase
Curry in a carry is it something I ate

Verse 5: Micah
Was something I drank What up, spank
Why you always acting like your shit don't stink
And why Amanda act like she ain't got the nicest ass in the US states
In the tinted rental, no US plates
Instrumentals straight from them mega niggas
On the strip out in Vegas, nigga
Bumping Brandy and Lou Vega, nigga, yeah
Take a picture, that'll last
Eating tater skins at the saddle ranch
Jokes on you, we don't give a fuck
Bum ass niggas, don't give a buck
These folks still afraid of gay shit
I'll suck dick and you still won't say shit
Y'all be poppin' all off the chain
Fake deep niggas is all the same

Verse 6: Amanda
These fools want to see me flex and then spread my legs and then test my strength
If the long dick strong, see if I can take it
It's the length or the width, that could make 'em break ya
Want to break my body, wanna break my back
They wanna eat my snatch as a midnight snack
'Cause I got ass on ass on racks and racks
I got stacks and stacks of strap on straps
Yeah, that's right I could turn your trick out
Yeah, that's right I could pull my dick out
Dude, yeah, dude, I'm looking at you
I could fuck your bitch, fuck her just like you
Nah, fuck your bitch, fuck you too
I don't fuck with anybody that fucks with you, so fuck them too
Y'all ain't shit and any other motherfucker trying to fuck with this

Bridge: Amanda Blank
I lace up my boots and I jump out the Jeep
Then I show and I prove when they turn on my beat
This here for my folks and them streets and them clubs
We go hard on that smoke and we don't catch no buzz
I lace up my boots and I jump out the Jeep
Then I show and I prove when they turn on my beat
This here for my folks and them streets and them clubs
We go hard on that smoke and we don't catch no buzz

Outro: All
We don't catch no buzz, no, we don't catch no buzz
We don't catch no buzz, no, we don't catch no buzz
Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo-woo