Um, She said can f** me right, I made her f** her friend
She say don't call her a dike, well thats gay
Haha, I met her on Monday and f**ed her all week
Cause every time she leave she come back to the tree
She know I love brain so I treat her like a geek
She love the way I spit so I made the p**y gleek
Wylin' wit my n***as, and I don't give a f**
So I circle the b**hes, we roundin' them up
I treat her like I need her, Im knowin' if I eat her
She gon' tell Quieta, and Quieta like the media
Woopty woo to the bloods, her lipstick match my flag thats swag
Weezy F Baby got nuts that drag
I put em' in your mouth till you choke and gag
I poke her face off and now she faceless
I poke her so much I deserve a bracelet
Young Money!
I poke her face off and now she faceless
And I just gave "Poker Face" a facelift