Speak - f** lyrics

Intro: Who the f** are you- Who the f** are you thinking that you're f**ing with me? Dr. Dr. let me operate proper It's the young Joe co*ker About to bring slobber knocker Mothers hide your daughters Daughters hide your mothers Tell that dirty motherf**er About to pull the Brian Pumper (Perv) I hump her then I dump her I slump her after supper Getting head on the beach ‘Til my dick is all sun burnt Too tan, nose like a toucan Funny how a few grand Make you feel like a new man Honor roll See me posted out in Monaco In the soap box Same color as a Zapados Electric yellow Eclectic fellow The pre-cum vol.1 had you nutting in your pillow Now me and all my vatos Looking like we won the lotto Got Italian b**hes on me trying to feed me that gelato I'm otto getting blotto Got the henchmen and the capo They pop you in your knees I giggle as you start to hobble I watch your kingdom topple Blue berry on the waffle My momma say she love me but my heina say I'm awful Who cares, not I greasy off the pot pie Finger in the bu*t when I poke it in her pot pie (Perv) Chorus: x2 Who the f** are you thinking that you're f**ing with me? You didn't know, you better call somebody! You better call somebody! You better call somebody! Ask around they tell you Speaky still the baddest The cigarillo splitter fill it with the finest cabbage My wallet full of parsley, my woman speaking Farsi She only wearing burca cause she strapped up like them car seats Hit Fidel with a bottle of the Zinfandel I give 'em hell then I watch ‘em burn Now watch and learn I turn their words into a pile of dough I travel 20 light-years with some miles to go I owe nothing to a b**h, even less to a label Money on the table, but that don't even motivate me I'm glowing baby you could see my aura Me and Kobe in Japan off the shrimp tempura Let's get it Outro: Who the f** are you thinking that you're f**ing with me? You ain't f**ing with me You ain't f**ing with me