Girls Girls Girls!

Fuck me pretty, fuck the system
 Fuck me till i'm fucking dizzy
 Fuck you numb for fucking with me
 I'm so fucking fucking picky
 You know I had the Whitneys Britney's
 Keisha's, Lindseys ahh, that flew from Sydney
 So many (Girls!) want to fuck with me
 But a nigga ain't the same since you know with me
 I never do the small talk blasé bla
 I been scared to ask shorty for menage a tois
 She like damn, do you really love all these broads?
 I'm like damn, do you really think all these thoughts
 I'm like damn, I'm only really here for that nana
 Crept the casa, dapped her papa, then I'm out
 Side, sped off like drive-by, said bye bye
 Fuck I forgot my laptop like
 Girls (What you really want!)
 Girls (What you really want!)
 Girls (What you really want!)
 Girls, girls, girls
 If I pull up in Moses' beamer
 Turn that (Ou!) to a wide receiver
 Yeah you have so much potential
 Ohh my gosh, I love the sleepers
 When I get bored gotta call me dealer
 If I gotta stunt I go bam Margera
 Spilled all the wine, almost messed my day up
 I don't wanna stunt but these pants Margiela
 I know few dudes that tryna fight me, I had a lotta fun with y'all wifeys
 For all that shit that shit I did that summer, I know k-karma is bound to bite me
 Asking asking all them questions
 These days these girls so possessive
 One night with me, you too invested
 We gotta dead that shit I gave you the best