the one they all love and hate
i got these hoes real sick like a stomach ache
but i gotta watch my weight
fourteen carats in my salad gold plate
i treat the track like a bedpan
that's why these bitches all rotten like a dead man
check the passport stamps
somebody call the paramedics
the minute that you feel this
they ain't able to heal this
all i ever try to do is give you the real 'kiss
let it off then we fleeing the scene
they ain't see us but they heard that it was me and the queen
i got this tom ford shit on
think i'm going colorblind
ain't worth counting if it ain't done properly
big dutch full of broccoli