I must be livin' on a river called stupid 'cause the flow is dump

Ice on blizzard, nigga, I'ma walking cold front

Pretty woman wit me wit this swole dunk

All she do is roll blunts; she on't smoke 'em, doe

Ass-clappin' fantastical, just like after I closed the show

Applaud, baby, y'all may be knowin' 'bout this pro hoe

Na' I mean, son?

Like New York niggas

Bothers them I may have fathered them

Child support

Trigga! 



Really, I understand why niggas mad at me

Seem like all the women throw the ass at me

Sorry, but you really I ain't no, doe

Doing what I want

Yea, I'm doing what you can't, hoe

Everything I am is everything you ain't, doe

When I'm witcha girl, I'ma tell you everything you ain't know

She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl

And when she leave I say, don't forget ya ring, girl

Don't forget ya ring

Don't forget ya ring

Don't forget ya ring

Don't forget ya ring

She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl

And when you leave, baby, don't forget ya ring, girl



No disrespect to you husbands

When I lay up wit ya woman

We don't be kissin' and snugglin'

She just be lickin' and suckin'

I put the dick in, like fuck it! 

You know what it is

You know what we did

But, shit, don't come to my crib

I don't allow that

Bring that snowplow back

I got some mo' ice, I need some liquor

Where the Loud at?

If life is just a beach; this where alotta niggas drown at

Nah, this ain't no circus, but I show you where the clowns at

Yeah, they over there

Over here in this section, we fresher than a newborn cut out a C-Section

Yes, man

That's what you got around you

Lost my fuckin' mind

They break it down, and what I found; ooo

Trigga world-renowned

Who woulda predicted this?

I'm the illest shit that hit the muhfuckin' mic

MC, cut the Lytes

Salt wit tha pepper; black and white

What could be better, right?

She tell me 'push it, push it, baby'

My lil Spinderella

I got wine in the cellar

I got bank, I'm no teller

If I bang, then, don't tell ya friend, 

Unless she tryna get it in

Losers, I'm sure to win

Put that code in again

Still, I'm gone in the wind

I'm just f ya lady friend

Haha! 



Really, I understand why niggas mad at me (I get it! )

Seem like all the women throw the ass at me

Sorry, but you really I ain't no, doe (I apologize)

Doing what I want

Yea, I'm doing what you can't, hoe (C'mooooon)

Everything I am is everything you ain't, doe

When I'm witcha girl, I'ma tell you everything you ain't know

She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl

And when she leave I say, don't forget ya ring, girl (Don't forget that ring! )

Don't forget ya ring

Don't forget ya ring

Don't forget ya ring

Don't forget ya ring

She jump up on this pole, swing around; do ya thang girl

(That's some fucked up shit to say, right?)

And when you leave, baby, don't forget ya ring, girl



Aye, look, real life, doe

I tell her because I don't wanna, you know, call her out

"Aye, look. I left something there.

Won't you look by the dresser. I wanna know if..."

Nah, I ain't got time for that shit, baby

Take that shit witchu... please