Woke up. Took a puff, on the way to work On my hustle, on my grind, bitch, that's what I do It's not about me, it's about you It's about all the fucked up things you do Girl, you gotta get your hustle on Fuck these sorry motherfuckerse with the flip flops on They best not to be twerking to your song, no Giselle This flow is for the Glamazons, part gazelle And I want to see you acting proud Cause I'm coming up behind you with scabbard, strong Leave that weak shit alone, you a party girl, homes That chandelier was like a second house and this is not a home Drinking merlot out the caske, Getting drunk so act a ass You tried to throw him out but you couldn't throw him out 'cause you'd knew you'd be alone like that And now everybody think you crazy 'cause you kinda are You throwing crossbones up trying to pack and get far Stay at home at night 'cause you fucked up your car I mean, when was the last time you saw a bar And when was the last time you put on these heels? And when was the last time you put on this wig? And took a sip from the holy grail of life, And got drunk and stayed out the whole night. I'm a cold bitch. And you are too. Because you're me, and bitch, I'm you. So let's turn up some bodies, and slay on the streets Bitch, we living in Pirate City. Cutthroat. We living in Pirate City.

Craig gotta a list and yes I been on it If my ads up, then I need components Hard motherfuckers with suitable cajones Paint that dick down, call me Pocahontas Bitch like me ain't got time for bullshit Fuck Match and Adam, my needs are immediate I live alone, just knock on my door twice I like white boys but the ass must be nice Let me clarify, let me take a step back Let me explain why I would ever do that See, happy endings don't come in your twenties Unless you got the oil and about three twenties Massage Envy, He might slip it in me Indeed that was the first line of his entry I don't like queries just send me your stats, bro Don't play me, you best play with Hasbro Get to the point, you down or are you not? You trying to get fucked, or (gasp) are you a top? That's so rare, I'm so used to fembots come calling at my door with panties on? Girl, stop Okay, I got 'em over, guess I am hosting Would you like some water? Oh my dick size? No boasting. Whip that bitch out and slap him one to three times Right on the lip 'cause he's invading my free time No cuddling, we ain't watching TV, don't ask what's the tea, you came to see me No we ain't dating, your voice is grating, and if you pick up your cell You will hear my door slamming This is not a love song. Fuck ya' love songs I don't give a fuck if I'm right or wrong Cause I wanna give a fuck to a suitor, a prince who took his crown off and left it at the crib Ad lid on this rhyme, you got pot, that's fine Roll it up real nice and blow the smoke in my face I'm on my ho shit, I have no regrets I'll put ya' ass out. Don't care if you came yet. You want some dick then ask, nicely You want this ass then grab, tightly You want this flow but I'm cold, solid You can't use my bathroom to shower, got it? But look, don't cry, Big Girls don't do that I didn't mean to hurt you but you talking too much Gagged on my dick now you tossing your lunch? Damn, they don't like 'em like me anymore.