Pick up the god dang phone
B**ch where the f**k were you Tuesday
With who you say
I wasn't at the studio
B**ch what'd you do screw Dre
You went there looking for me
Oo that excuse is too lame
Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg
You fake lying slut you never told me you knew Dre
Lupe you want to lose two legs
You try to flip this on me
If I spent more time with you you say
Screw you and I'd be the third person who screwed you today
Or four Dre Drake oh touché
Thought you was my number one
True you Ace but you ain't
And I can see you and you make
Cause I'm hanging up this phone boo
You make my f**king blue today
You feeling blue too late
Go smirk yourself you make me wanna smirk and puke
Here's what you say to someone you hate
My life will be so much better if you dropped dead
I was laying in bed last night thinking
And this song just popped in my head and I though
Think I just relapsed this b**ch pushed me over the brim
Up on the freeway tring to get some time alone and just think
Cops pulled me over but they let me cause I'm only driving drunk
Cause that b**ch drove me to drink I'm back on my f**k ho's
I hate you for papayas I hate all b**ches the same
Baby come on excuse the pun but b**ch you're such a prod statement
And I ain't channeling my anger through every single station it's on
And threw it in the garbage who do you think you are
B**ch guess it's time for me to get the dust off
And pick myself up off the carpet
I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest
My life's be so much better if you just dead
My life's be so much better if you just dead
Cause you told me you love me forever
B**ch that was a lie I never wanted someone to die
My f**king life but f**k it there's all the fish in the sea
And I'mma have a wail of a time
Being a single sailor for the night
B**ch on a scalor want attention
I must be the holy grailer
I might hit the club on a chicker's trailer
Made for me say f**k it kick some shots back and hammer the nailer
There's be just be tryin to get atached with the failer
And to the tail of my bumper to scratch them with the back of my trailer
Like a to get hedged
Yeah I'm rich as a b**ch but b**ches ain't sh*t
I'd rather leave a b**ch in a ditch
B**ch you complain when you listen to this
But you still throw yourself at me
That's what I call pitchin' a bicth
That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight
Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul
But my dick's on strike so all that love sh*t is void
B**ch I'm a cupid stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed
Oi oi oi man oh man you boy boy boys
Getting sick at these girls girls girls
Oink oink oink you f**king pigs
All you good boys doink doink doink
I got 99 problems and the b**ch ain't one
She's all 99 of them I need a machine gun
I take em all out I hope you hear this song
And grow into a cardiac arrest have a heart attack
And just drop dead and I'mma throw a f**king party after this cause
My life's be so much better if you dropped dead
I was laying in bed last night thinking