S.F.C.S.S.S.$ (P.a.a.M.F)

I hold the record for kickin' the most bitches outta my crib
Show em' how I live, teach em' how to roll spliffs
Put dick in they jibs
Wash, rinse, repeat, repeat, wash, rinse
The same shit to me
I done had epiphanies, but said "Fuck it"
And stick to hittin' trees
She, call me misogynist, 'cause I call bitches "Bitches"
But still call to massage the tip and spill all her bitches business
That's how it is
I've never met one bitch, that's been official or been beneficial
Never forget it bitch, I, I picked you
I never fucked a white bitch in my life, I swear baby, this dick pure
I know it sounds crazy, but ain't shit true
I only have eyes for brown-skinned girls like Beyoncé say
I'm talkin' all shades, even the ones that had that, XD Rawr phase
"How ya' name $ilkMoney, but claim to hate capitalism"
"How ya' claim to be milk honey"
"But can't refrain from dick smackin' bitches"
She exclaimed it, as she spat her sentence
And acquirin' her acquisition
I can't help but laugh at bitches and just replied back
"I'm just your average nigga"
But not an average nigga, my average averages the average figures
As if a nigga was countin' backwards and backwards meant adding digits
I brag, "I'm different", then do the same exact, now I'm mad I did it
So cataclysmic how I bag a zip with the same bag I bag a bitch with
And then the cycle repeats itself
Such a hopeless romantic, I tell my mans I be needing help
She want Telfars
Where I want kevlars and for the Deagle to clean itself
Some niggas hate it, but I love to repeat myself

I hold the record for kickin' the most bitches outta my crib
Show em' how I live, teach em' how to roll spliffs
Put dick in they jibs
I hold the record for kickin' the most bitches outta my crib, nigga

I hold the record for kickin' the most bitches outta my crib
Show em' how I live, teach em' how to roll spliffs
And put dick in they jibs
I hold the record for kickin' the most bitches outta my crib, nigga

(I love violence!)
(Our first date, we shot gun-)
(I mess with girls and guys, so?)
(You be grubbin' too much)
(Yo' stomach hang over yo' dick, huh?)
(You some kind of fat gangsta?)
(Damn, you musty as hell Loc!)
(You up in here smell bangin')
(Hello, I asked you a question)
(Hey Baby!)
(I ain't afraid to die!)