Speak - BOP lyrics

Intro Chorus: Naked on the Internet showing off your a** Ho you a god dammed bop (bop) Thinking you a model but f**ing for the cash b**h you a god-dammed thot (thot) f** around with every single rapper that you meet Ho you god-dammed bop (bop) Hanging at the supper club every single week b**h you a no good thot (thot) Verse 1: I got a question, “What you doing out, every single weekend When your kid's crying at home?” Now tell me who feeds them What's the reason you sitting at the [?] And you roll to the club in a bucket as whip That your girl drove, she got a brand new bag But couldn't even pay for the brand new tags Pop another bottle for the brand new brag But you ain't going to matter when your tits go sag Looks do fade and your charade Is over played so I bid good day (Adios) You only here ‘cause you f**ing for the night With an R&B singer and a bucket of the ice You at the hotel, throwing your a** back I might put your little p**y on SnapChat You getting laughed ho like anyone can have that Short skirt everybody want to grab that You the worst when you talk about thirst Everything that you say is wrong (so long!) You a lame and you totally vain You the reason that I wrote this song Here we go! Chorus Verse 2: Now Todd hit and Dell hit, yo Corey hit that too And Pheo hit and Biz hit so why you acting brand new Got a question, “Why your nipples out thinking that you Riri?” You a retard s**ing on the peepee No furniture bed or a TV Letting rappers hit and you're probably getting VD (Eww) What you doing for your damn likes? What you doing with your damn life? What you doing every night ‘til the sun comes up Going to smoke them blunts like it's all right Life is just a party and you came here for the choosing Taking selfies with the stars ‘til your coochie starts to loosen (p-, perv) Next thing you know you're getting ran through (perv) You got a man too (perv) and he a damn fool (perv) I guess stupid is as stupid does And just because he a no good thot too Yeah! Outro: This goes out to you dumba** b**hes talking about “Fly me out, Speak. Buy me a plane ticket.” b**h I wouldn't buy your dumb a** a plain bagel I wouldn't buy you a hot cup of Joe But I would scold you with a coffee pot Just to watch your dumb a** melt in the hot California streets You ain't sh**!