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 sexy (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)