Lil B - Pretty Boy Anthem lyrics

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 sponsored links 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