Ianahb Songtext
I'm in the crib butt naked b*tch
She said my d*ck could be the next black president
Americans hate the I'm American
Medicine, I treat it like peppermints
Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy
Shoot you in ya f*ckin' mouth and make you talk to me
Sometimes I need someone to talk to
Cause I Am Not A Human Being... Part Two
Getting paid, show money for walkthroughs
Lettin' all these hoes ride my d*ck, car pools
She said my d*ck could be the next black president
Americans hate the I'm American
Medicine, I treat it like peppermints
Uh, I'm in the ocean getting shark pussy
Shoot you in ya f*ckin' mouth and make you talk to me
Sometimes I need someone to talk to
Cause I Am Not A Human Being... Part Two
Getting paid, show money for walkthroughs
Lettin' all these hoes ride my d*ck, car pools
My bars passed the bar exam, no law school
Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds
Uh, whatcha man doing?
I pop his muthaf*ckin' top like a canned good
And all my n*ggas that I roll with are hella armed
And last night I took a transformer
And had a dream that my d*ck turned to Megatron
But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons
Money talks man and mine talk lecture long
P-U-S-S-Y... my second home
I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe
She say "Tunechi you the sh*t, you need your ass wiped"
I say "Before you gas me up, check the gas price"
Then I make her take this d*ck like advice
She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it
I stick it in her ass like some f*cking steroids
Jose Canseco, make no mistake
Like a white boy wearing black paint
You're a fake ass n*gga
Break pads n*gga... wait You ain't in my weight class n*gga
Lookin' for the muthaf*ckin' man in the mirror
Runnin' this sh*t like a faucet... Farrah
Barra... cuda, who the f*ck you are?
I can make ya b*tch root for me like I grew her
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure
90 billions b*tches on my d*ck like a skewer
That's swag, I'm a True Blood, b*tch no fangs
Been went pro, now I'm going propane
Tell the b*tch get off me, b*tch get off me
I got her over here blowing me like coffee
Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated
And I get head while it's decapitated
Think it's a game n*gga come play
I'm with my killer bees, f*ck bug spray
Yeah, Young Money so gangsta, I personally know strangers
It's so strange but this girl named Dana, like to go anal
Shoot 'em in his head, what's that? A no brainer
Plain ol' n*gga, but a break from the norm
I wear my heart on my sleeve so don't be breakin' my arm
I rather ring ya f*ckin' neck before I ring the alarm
I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me alone
Wit 'em, I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair
F*ck with me, ya ass is grass... get a lawn chair
I was f*cking before my d*ck started growin' hair
B*tches sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air
Man, nuts and bananas
You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble
No rubber... I just f*cked this piano
N*gga
Cash Money Army, veteran with my war wounds
Uh, whatcha man doing?
I pop his muthaf*ckin' top like a canned good
And all my n*ggas that I roll with are hella armed
And last night I took a transformer
And had a dream that my d*ck turned to Megatron
But my girl, was sleeping with Decepticons
Money talks man and mine talk lecture long
P-U-S-S-Y... my second home
I be grindin' on them hoes like a half pipe
She say "Tunechi you the sh*t, you need your ass wiped"
I say "Before you gas me up, check the gas price"
Then I make her take this d*ck like advice
She see-saw it, she suck it and enjoy it
I stick it in her ass like some f*cking steroids
Jose Canseco, make no mistake
Like a white boy wearing black paint
You're a fake ass n*gga
Break pads n*gga... wait You ain't in my weight class n*gga
Lookin' for the muthaf*ckin' man in the mirror
Runnin' this sh*t like a faucet... Farrah
Barra... cuda, who the f*ck you are?
I can make ya b*tch root for me like I grew her
Bodies in the sewer, tampons in manure
90 billions b*tches on my d*ck like a skewer
That's swag, I'm a True Blood, b*tch no fangs
Been went pro, now I'm going propane
Tell the b*tch get off me, b*tch get off me
I got her over here blowing me like coffee
Decaffeinated, hand me that paper like I graduated
And I get head while it's decapitated
Think it's a game n*gga come play
I'm with my killer bees, f*ck bug spray
Yeah, Young Money so gangsta, I personally know strangers
It's so strange but this girl named Dana, like to go anal
Shoot 'em in his head, what's that? A no brainer
Plain ol' n*gga, but a break from the norm
I wear my heart on my sleeve so don't be breakin' my arm
I rather ring ya f*ckin' neck before I ring the alarm
I dream to meet a serial killer that'll bring me alone
Wit 'em, I gotta hit 'em like redbones with long hair
F*ck with me, ya ass is grass... get a lawn chair
I was f*cking before my d*ck started growin' hair
B*tches sweatin' me like John Mayer, or warm air
Man, nuts and bananas
You know how the tables turn, where are your table manners?
If you fake, put a egg in ya shoe and scramble
No rubber... I just f*cked this piano
N*gga
CARTER, DWAYNE / WILLIAMS, BRYAN / PREYAN, JERMAINE ANTHONY / LEWIS, ERIC ROBERT
© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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