Lyrics:
Foe'nem beam me up, ayy
Scotty beam me up, ayy
No cups, lean me up, ayy
Stupid little bitch, ayy
Clueless little ho, ayy
Plugless little nigga, ayy
Home of the World Trade. Birthplace of Michael Jordan.
Home of Biggie Smalls. Roc-A-Fella head quaters.
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is
never needed to be asked
And never stopped to think
That's just who she was
The lady who wore pink
The hostess with the mostest
And the kindest heart
the mo'nin'
I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch
Said Baby don't trip just like Ben I'm rich
Jen don't bitch then Miss don't bitch
Lopez get
keeping one eye on the
chandelier as it returns to normal)
. . . when the role of the Countess will be sung by Miss
Christine Daae.
ANDRE
In the meantime,
then Miss don't bitch
Lopez get rich call me Miss Affleck
I tell him baby I need a new weave
Because my tracks feel whack
I want to hit the party
and the king johnny (teeth!)
I could be like hey miss lady
I got a black and grey Mercedes
I got a Cadillac car and a Cadillac truck
Man why I got
personal space (Ay)
Hater, watch out for your lady (Woo)
'Fore I put that bitch on a plate (Hey, hey)
I only fuck wit' the money bags (Money bags)
I'm eatin'
dick
It ain't gone be no standin' round now
Let's get crunk in this bitch
And ladies show him your shit a lil' hip
A lil' thigh mo' pleasure for the eye
Get your bags, that gin n' juice, and wait by the railroad track
So ladies, bring your friends, and please make sure they're fine
And hurry up, 'cause
nothin' stops my chips
I boss play you with this, then twist you lame tricks
Holler if you understand my plan, ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them shady
of the party, mm-hmm, that I almost cried, mm-mm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
You run into my
air, ladies
I know your nails done yes I know your hair done yes
I know your toes done yes I know you look good, bitch
But put your hands in
Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna
Yeah
Yeah, um
Uh
Ladies and gentlemen
Yeah
Whew, that drip
Yeah, okay
Writin' on writer's block, haven't slept in days
They wanna put me in
you at? I miss ya
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
to Spear Brittany
Give pink some black put it near her kidneys (Here kitty)
I'm the one who always cause an affair
So every time your bitch burp, you
We'd like to ask now that all passengers please hold
Their breath, as we take you through an underwater hip hop extravaganza.
Now last night,
please have mercy, I got two bitches with me emergin' (yeah)
Bitch, better go join the circus, who you think I is?
I ain't buyin' no Birkin
My mama is
Adidas
We fire, y'all retire
All ugly people, please be quiet
Hov ain't get a beat from me in a minute
He heard "Just to Get By" and I was re-hired
I got
and passed by prime
Who'd a' thought I'd see the other side
So that's partly why I'm plantin' this here tree
c pink dogwood for my little ladies
Yeah I'll
phone like you did that
And you even hit my line like where you been at
It's always on some shit like when can I get a favor
Or where my bitch at, like
getting and stacking up, all my cheese
Bitch please, excuse mr sagey
I need me a blue mercedes
At least riding, with eight ladies
Screaming they, all want
Treat no liar ITAL, ah ya!
I know you're sayin', "Lupe rappin' 'bout the same shit"
Well, that's 'cause ain't shit changed, bitch
And please don't
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