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Yo, I never fu–ed Wayne, I never fu–ed Drake
All my life man, f–k’s sake
If I did I did a menagerie with ‘em and let him eat my a** like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape
Yea, that was a set up for a punchline on duck tape
Worried bout if my butt’s fake
Worried ’bout John’s singing us Drake
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a f**k if I was late
Dealing with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut one, hut two, big bitties, big butt too
Up with them real n***s
Who don’t tell n***s what they up to
Had to show b***s where the top is
Ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn’t test me even if the name was pop quiz
Bad b***s who I f**k with, mad b***s we don’t f**k with
I don’t f**k with them chickens unless they name was cutlet
Let it soak in like seasonin’, and tell ‘em blow me, Lance Stephenson

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of july
Nothing but bad b***s in here tonight
Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n***s only, bad b***s only
Riches n***s only, independent b***s only
Boss n***s only, thick b***s only
I got my real n***s here by my side, only

[Verse 2: Drake]
I never f***d Nicki cause she got a man but when that’s over I’m the first in line
And the other day in her Maybach I thought God Damn, this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video, you know LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the t-tties though
Yeah, lowkey it may be high key
I been peeped that you like me you know
Who the f**k you really wanna be with besides me
I mean it doesn’t take much for us to do this s**t quietly, I mean
She say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
That’s right I like my women bbw
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
So thick that everyone else in the room is so uncomfortable
A** on Houston Texas but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f**k with you
The nba players f**k with you
The bad a** b***s doing makeup and hair f**k with you
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something not staying for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna f**k just give me the heads up so I can plan for it

[Verse 3: Lil’ Wayne]
I never f***d Nicki and that’s f***d up
If I did f**k, she’d be f***d up
Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
Cause she actin’ like she need d**k in her life
That’s another story, I’m no story teller
I [?] greatness like gold and jello
All my goons so overzealous
I’m from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca
I got money for days, as [?] but I’m stuck in my ways
My girl from [?] if she wave
Baby and I f***d with her [?]
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don’t have my money? I take mothers instead
You got the hickups you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp boy, [?] beef eat like sirloin
I’m talkin’ bout runnin’ in houses with arm and guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got too much [?] they got smaller guns
Ain’t thinkin’ bout your son and daughter rooms
This is just crazy my n***a, I mean brazy my n***a
That money talk, I just rephrase it my n***a
Blood gang take the B, I’ll behave ya
I’m [?] for reals
If you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop, take your face off
Now you see me, now you don’t
Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 [?] with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from poor me
To police pour me a drink and celebrate with me

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of july
Nothing but bad b***s in here tonight
Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n***s only, bad b***s only
Riches n***s only, independent b***s only
Boss n***s only, thick b***s only
I got my real n***s here by my side, only