Oh my God, where you taking me? I hope there's b**hes
Please let there be b**hes
Wherever I am going just let there be b**hes
I want more b**hes than this, please
Let this be a sick dream
If there's no b**hes here I don't wanna be here
Get me away from this, let me, wake me up
f**, I hope I wake up, this is horrible
Where's the b**hes?
I f**ed a lot of hoes
I f**ed a rich hoe
Call me Klay Thompson 'cause I won't save a b**h
If Clay won't save, then I won't save
Aston Martin, b**h, get my coat and my money
b**h, get my goddamn coat out the front
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I'm f**ing hoes and then I thank the Ba** God
Caught me in my shumper, f**ed her in a Hummer
I flex, baby, key b**h give my f**ing money
Old school plaer, ain't a damn thing funny, b**h
Uh, you remember back in my day when they didn't have any b**hes?
What?
You aren't gonna f** anymore b**hes, Lil B, we're gonna lock you up and throw away the key
And we don't want you f** any b**hes
No!
I f**ed a lot of hoes
I f**ed a rich hoe
Punk a** b**h gonna tell me how it go
Call me Ba** God, b**h, I look like the Pope
I got ten b**hes and they call me Bill O'Reilly
I look like Madonna, b**h, I'm a farmer
I'll pick your cotton, b**h, but don't call me a farmer
Call me a genius
I'll f** you and I'll leave you
I got ten b**hes and they look like Serena
They might play tennis
I'mma f** the witness
Your b**h on my dick and I told her, "Pay attention"
I f**ed a lot of hoes
I f**ed a rich hoe