Goosebumpz (Dance Remix|Explicit)

Goosebumpz (Dance Remix|Explicit) - DJ Redux

Better act right cause I smack dykes

Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe

B**ch wanna live that rap life

But I already hit that last night

Think you're f**king with me huh

Must be hitting that crack-pipe

I be making my money

Thank God I learned how to act right

My cash like that coc*ine

Give me more say give me more

Don't worry about it ain't no thing

Big titty hoes in my videos

Classy b**ch don't kiss and tell

Smack her a** and then wish her well

Life sucks better give 'em hell

Get money f**k girls free Biggavel

A million in my briefcase

Gotta shop for some real estate

Up at the party with *** though

Turn it up b**ch feel the bass

Throwing money in your face

Feeling good living great

Bad b**ches in different states

It's like I think I'm Vincent Chase

With pornstars sports cars

And my crib got a courtyard

How we get all this money though

You know how big his tours are

Greedy b**ch you a needy b**ch

Want some money but need some dick

And I'm about monogram

When I die b**ch she f**k my hologram though

When I die b**ch she f**k my hologram though

When I die b**ch she f**k my hologram

When I die b**ch she f**k my hologram

My hologram

We in my black Benz windows up

Getting head smoking blunts

Everybody know what's up

And I turn them girls to sluts

Crib's like a mob boss

My b**ch get my car washed

We don't stop my dick out her jaw drop

Cause all we do is f**k f-f-f**k-f**k

All she wanna do is f**k f-f-f**k-f**k

All she all she wanna do is f**k f-f-f**k-f**k

All she wanna do is f**k f-f-f**k-f**k

F**k

Don't I look like a ** dealer

Don't I look like I'm somebody

Killing beats with that Murder Inc

Don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti

Riding through with my hippy van

You broke b**ches don't give a damn

You softer than the Michelin man

Your b**ch put her p**sy on Instagram

Better go hard when my flow start

They brand new but they old cars

Your pockets is on low carbs

She do a show she a pornstar

In the penthouse with the pants down

With the camera out no hands now

Them hard *** we don't ran out

Can't believe that's someone's grand child

She's so bad but I like it

Wanna hear your p**sy I'll mic it

My credit card bill is righteous but

Girl that a** is so priceless

Spend the night with

The right b**ch

My dick ill my pipe sick

Small p**sy tight fit

She loves to sniff that white sh*t

F**k free no charge

I play with that p**sy like Mozart

Eat that p**sy I won't starve

Love the p**sy with my whole heart

B**ch named Layla my Clapton ho

Gimme head put the Benz in captain mode

And my belt monogram

When I die b**ch she f**k my hologram though

When I die b**ch she f**k my hologram though

When I die b**ch she f**k my hologram

We in my black Benz windows up

Getting head smoking blunts

Everybody know what's up

And I turn them girls to sluts

Crib's like a mob boss

My b**ch get my car washed

We don't stop my dick out her jaw drop

Cause all we do is f**k f-f-f**k-f**k

All she wanna do is f**k f-f-f**k-f**k

All she all she wanna do is f**k f-f-f**k-f**k

All she wanna do is f**k f-f-f**k-f**k

F**k