Yeah, ah
Look at you like a doll, with my pants to my dog
Look at you like a doll, look
Look
I said I'm black (black), like the ***** that's in Blade Runner
My ***** (*****), smell like TRESemmé and shea butter
She bad (ay), ***** I can't stay away from her
If she try to block me get a new phone or change numbers
Ain't no ***** in the pen, I can't do jail cells (woo)
Ladies love a *****, I'm the new LL (ay)
Bout to run this whole ****, ***** you can't tell
Imma "Hit 'Em Up Style" *****, Blu Cantrell (yayy)
I said I'm black (black), like the ***** that's in Blade Runner
My ***** (woo), smell like TRESemmé and shea butter
She bad (bad), ni-***** I can't stay away from her
***** so fire, gotta get some every day from her
I'm not no gangsta (ay), I ain't no killa, I ain't no crook
But I ain't ***** (swear to god), and I ain't playing by the book
Don't you bring her (don't you bring her),
To my show you'll get her took
She said I look good, and I rap how I look (yayy)
Swear that I just knew that it would be like this (woo)
Ate out from the back, that's how I keep my ***** (ay)
Before I pull up to your bar, girl I beat my ****
She don't open my DM then I delete my **** (yayy)
I said now all these blue strips (ay),
From all these Ben Franklins (ay)
Black girls love me I got silk pillow cases (woo)
You gon' have me calling your phone on them crazy hoes (*****)
So girl I look at you and I think baby shower (oooh)
I said I heard about your ex (ex), story is depressing (ay)
I see you two ways, naked and undressing (glee)
Sometimes you call me Pardi, sometimes you call me ***y (ay)
You know she call me Big Poppa
When I'm in that small intestine (oooh)
Cause I'm black (black), like the ***** that's in Blade Runner
My ***** (woo), smell like TRESemmé and shea butter
She bad (bad), ***** I can't stay away from her
If she try to block me get a new phone or change numbers (yayy)
Ain't no ***** in the pen, I can't do jail cells (ay)
La-ladies love a *****, I'm the new LL (oooh)
Bout to run this whole ****, ***** you can't tell
Imma "Hit 'Em Up Style" *****, Blu Cantrell (blaow)
I said she light in the rack (rack), heavy in the back (oooh)
I'm just stuck on what you got, I don't notice what you lack
I don't care about your ex, he'll never get it back
And he better not call, that's how *****s get attacked (blaow)
I said I'm light on my toes but I'm dark with the liquor (yuh)
Long with the money but I'm short with the temper (yuh)
Call this .40 Trey Songz, I go hard with the trigga (yuh)
Imma wet your whole gang,
Shoot up all of its members (pew pew pew pew)
Did a song with Cardi B (B), now Ne-Yo and Adele (yeah)
You said that that's your girl but she make it hard to tell (ay)
I used to rock FUBU (FUBU), now I wear Chanel
I might buy a turtleneck I'm coming out my shell (aye)
I want you, gotta have you,
I don't think you understand (you don't)
I heard you when you told me you already got a man (so)
That ***** probably love you but can't **** you like I can
You need a man in your *****, not a ***** as your man
Ay, yeah I'm black (black),
Like the ***** that's in Blade Runner
My ***** (woo), smell like TRESemmé and shea butter
She bad (bad), ***** I can't stay away from her
If she try to block me get a new phone or change numbers (yayy)
Ain't no ***** in the pen, I can't do jail cells (ay)
La-ladies love a *****, I'm the new LL (oooh)
Bout to run this whole ****, ***** you can't tell
Imma "Hit 'Em Up Style" *****, Blu Cantrell (blaow)
Shea Butter