Yeah, do it all the half a nuki Bluey Fendi, Prada, Gucci Half a sushi, man, I'm Scottish Sushi, Wiley, then I'm Susie We are Britney's, Neil's, Snooki's Yeah, ***, I'm in a groupie Men go shaggy, Pongatti Yogi style, I'm fuckin' Scooby, ayy Shoutouts to my fuckin' team, we are super smash bros Billu, baby Thurston, Super Bowl, do Janet Jackson Swag, son, no friend like Ty Flo Rapper, I can't understand the style, you should probably learn it ***, I'm Lil' Nama, half a goose with my piano Wild, the best, in the middle of the bed, it's like cowboy in the yard Pocahontas, here I watch that I don't have blood, half a brother from Congo and Kinshasa Let them call me B-Papa, baby Her boobs are gal, her boobs are gal Her boobs are gal, her boobs are gal Look at her! Her boobs are gal Her boobs are gal, her boobs are gal Her boobs are gal, look at her Her boobs are gal Her boobs are gal, look at her Her boobs are gal A damn woman with a nasty style, you can't get taxed A damn woman with a nasty style, you can't get taxed A damn woman with a nasty style, you can't get taxed A damn woman with a nasty style, you can't get taxed It's so hot the sun is burning If the rocket burns She lives in a cave, she gets dumped in the sea She swears, she gives me her answers Texts, calls, days She always puts up, no one of us asks She's a little fussy and fussy, doesn't like boys Not men who are nice either She has a friend she wants to share, so she goes all out And everyone agrees when we chill She's crazy, takes me to the seventh age on the promenade *** in the day before Christmas We drink like dromedaries and take me in her stomach ***, what a body, shines like a heavenly body Her background makes me find hope Like a gangster on coke, there's no stop My friends don't know enough That everything between us is a deal Her turtleneck is no food What we do now has to be some form of calling the cops Because I swear She's crazy, she's crazy, she's crazy Look at her, she's crazy, she's crazy She's crazy, she's crazy, she's crazy Look at her, she's crazy, she's crazy A damn woman with a nasty style, you can't get taxed A damn woman with a nasty style, you can't get taxed A damn woman with a nasty style, you can't get taxed A damn woman with a nasty style, you can't get taxed You're turning in with my click No one is fresher than my click Click, click if you come too close Packed slick, nothing for your guard Shorts and clothes in low-fresh Gucci Turned me on, wanted Air Max 90 Turned me on, felt the head in Gitti Full control, shorts bathed in Digi 5-5-5, I stick the land You should never have said that Same rules of the game Treat you like you're doing the wrong thing ***, she's crazy Garin is the same as in Baden White collar, nothing for me Fat ass and nothing for me Slutty attitude, nothing for me So my brother turned you on Didn't matter if we were seen Because you're excited now Your lines were better than your wife Stop calling me bitch, let go My little one won't be anywhere without you She's crazy, she's crazy, she's crazy Look at her, she's crazy, she's crazy She's crazy, she's crazy, look at her, she's crazy