I know a freaky bitch
She stays in Tennessee
She sell a lot of pussy, she stack a lotta cheese
The hoe is bald-headed, if it weren't a weave, it was a wig
Four plugs in the park, better check me if you dig
I broke her
Almost fifty thousand, was close
But anyway, it's plenty
Many other bitches I must roast
Like Bebè, this white hoe, she smell like nigga toes
A thirty dollar bitch that like to go broke from buying clothes
Now peace to my nigga M, for smackin' her with that thang
He treated like he was a trick, right then she disrespected the game
Now may I skip to Tonya, she's working a different passion
The shake junt in Memphis, her bankroll I was stackin'
For instance, she took care of the whole Gimisum Family
At my show, selling that pussy, she walk all night she never sleep
But if not, they cop, it's all, for sale
Now if you see them on the streets, your mother might go and scream and tell, Christain biatch (I've been wastin' all my time)
Trying my best to find my way
Ain't gon' worry cause one day, I'm gon' make them bitches pay
Blowin' Indo out my nose, getting in and out my clothes
Fuckin' 'round with Midnight Hoez
When the chapter's up, life close
