Dom Kennedy - Deez Biddys lyrics

I'ma creep, I'ma dog Fuggin' your b**h, she lemme hit it raw Got it on tape, would never show it off Panaramic take, so you could see it all 1st verse I display 'em all, then never call 'em back I don't need 'em all, but never take it back Make that b**h lick my balls, while I roll another bag Then hop up out the car, tell that b**h to take a cab I be on that mota r-rollin' coma f-far from sober Bonita rosa she roll it up legal California Los scandalous I be rappin' this when I put it on ya West Coast got bestest in b**h brew in the cloudy doja Yaaa, pop it while you handstand Yaaa, drop it like you can't stand Like you on band stand Quit talkin' all that I don't need a man You the type of b**h that be my biggest fan My b**h, a bad piece Your b**h, got bad teeth My b**h, roll mad weed Your b**h, got bad feet muddafugga they, stink