Lyrics:
High beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper made me hater-proof
All your family dues
Menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
Ain't even menage with the broad and she take a pic, thirsty bitch
Tell her fuck you with a dirty dick
Up the asshole and ain't locked up yet you already
sing about angels like Angela
(Rock) And Pamela
(Rock) And Samantha
(Rock) And Amanda
And Tamara, ménage à moi
I'm in here like, "Bitch, what's
and fall asleep with the T.V. on
Y'all been together ten years, you deserve a ménage
'Specially if you put that BMW in her garage
'Specially if you paid
James Harden
Money counter go burr', when you sellin' out the garden
Four car garage, porn star ménage
Birdman go brrr 'cause he know this shit
wanna work it out, bitch try yoga
Two hoes in the bed, tell ‘em hoe slide over
Excuse my French, two bitches and moi that’s a Nicki Ménage à Trois ha!
of it
Fuck ya girl, give her back I'm courteous
I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki
And be out London with Lauren and telling
(right now)
I need a 17 car garage (right now)
I need a 17 broad menage (right now)
I need a jail house to free my dogs (right now)
I done paid taxes,
the verse-uh, if you let me menage
I'll take you to see Usher
Yo, talk to the girl walk here's your round (gotta talk to a man)
Watch what will happen to you
garage (right now)
I need a 17 broad menage (right now)
I need a jail house to free my dogs (right now)
I done paid taxes, paid dues, paid bills my whole
just ménage just a little? (La Flame)
Yeah
Motor City trip right now, Motor City trip right now
Motor City trip right now
a menage-a-trois? (I'm too young)
Shall we imagine we're alone? (What can I say to that?)
Shall we dream of each other naked? (Shit)
Shall we get undressed right
to ride
Now ever since ruffles had ridges, Luda's had bitches
Pimp, get more gums then baby pictures
Menages wit sistas, veins poppin' out like shrimp,
Bitches walkin topless with G-strings, menage'
Bust shots at your crew, another charge
As the gulf stream fly through the fog
Make ya popular
Pockets
Bitches walkin topless with G-strings, menage'
Bust shots at your crew, another charge
As the gulf stream fly through the fog
Make ya popular
Pockets
the law, firends, cousins and sisters
[Chorus]
I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars
Than I'm in ya ear, in her ear, amping a menage
police passin'
Every little model wanna give me some action
So I let 'em kick it, then I let 'em lick it
Get some menage, durin' every visit
I wouldn't
robbed
So before me success and death menage
I gotta get lost I gotta find V
We gotta be together to make history
Now that all the smoke is gone
else?
I gave her her first ménage, what else?
Uh, close your eyes, eyes, eyes
I'm 'bout to slide, slide, slide
Wonder why, why, why
I stay in
looking to get it
She wears skin tight panties
And it's properly fitted
I wanna do something sneaky with you
A menage-a-trois, I'm getting freaky with you
sing about angels like Angela
(Rock) And Pamela
(Rock) And Samantha
(Rock) And Amanda
And Tamara, ménage à moi
I'm in here like, "Bitch, what's
should your shot
My foot is in my pool behind my big ass crib
Captain Morgan Spiced Rum, no coke, Mr pibb
When there ain't a menage on
The back of my spot
(go)
Face card valid, I don't need me no mob
Nigga, backshot, I don't even know menage
Twelve-hundred horses, one car in my garage
Name in
and we rollin' dice
Menages in the pool, the pool on the roof (roof)
I hit her in my Nikes like I ya boy was playin' hoops
Double M a cult, seated
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