[Verse 1: Bivienni]
Wasn't ready for the heavy setting head to toe
Lookin' for a pretty lady and a bump of coke
Frontin' slump he chokes, bloody line of blow
Snorting castles made of diamonds and a heart of gold
Codeine ha**les when I'm rhyming, that's a story told
Slurring sentences, apprentice hits of purple mold
Someone tried to steal my soul, it's already sold...
My frozen fresh will show you why October's cold
Met a mountain man, couldn't understand
Sexy sailor branded on his hands
Throwin' up his gang signs, make a sailor dance
Impress to address the female from the land of France
I say "J'Parles Francais," but I can't
Bottle of the Bombay, ruckus in my rant
Sloppy spray tan, fake brand Ray Bans
Hubby shoppin' in a room full of cavemen
She says she wants the pocket money if it's ten grand
Slowly slowin' time down, chuggin bags of sand
Fruity salad in the palace with the funky strands
White girl gonna show me how the booty dance