D.M.B. [explicit]

Yeah

Fake homies do turn to fake phony dudes

Let me find out that you phony too

Yeah, fake homies do turn to fake—

Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch

Hold my gun, load it up, count my slugs (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, be my bitch (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch, rub my gut

Rub yo' butt, be my slut, be my cunt, yeah, so what?

Fuck them hoes (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Fuck they talkin' 'bout? 'Cause they don't know nothin'

Time to call it what it was

First I thought it wasn't nothin'

Probably think I wanna hit and run

Bad girls wanna have fun

I don't want no Goody Two-Shoes, no, none

I ain't no priest, I ain't gon' preach

I ain't want no goodie-goodie, but she still praise Jesus

I share my clothes with my bitch like she my sis

I don't beat my bitch, I need my bitch

She clean my crib, shе feed my friends

She keep my secrеt, she keep my fridge packed, my freezer lit

That's how deep I get, negative degrees

What's the type of bitch I need?

Roll my, roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch (that's my bitch)

Hold my, hold my, load it up, count my slugs (that's my bitch)

Yeah, they don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, be my bitch (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch, rub my gut

Rub yo' butt, be my slut, be my cunt, yeah, so what?

Fuck them hoes (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Fuck they talkin' 'bout? 'Cause they don't know nothin'

She got bank accounts too

With big amounts, shit you couldn't count

Just pick the number that you couldn't count to

Like an attitude, curve a nigga when she didn't have to

Around the lords like a British counsel

With all these sticks around you

We can build you a wooden castle

Got a penthouse, see the Bronx Zoo

Got a townhouse with the town view

Got surround sound with the top down

Ride through Allerton up to Soundview

I was lost then, but I found you

Little slim thick with a bounce too

It's your tough love that I'm bound to

I fuck it up, then it's round two

Roll my, roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch (that's my bitch)

Hold my, hold my, load it up, count my slugs (that's my bitch)

Yeah, they don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, be my bitch (I fell in love with you)

They don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch, rub my gut

Rub yo' butt, be my slut, be my cunt, yeah, so what?

Fuck them hoes (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin' (I fell in love with you)

Fuck they talkin' 'bout? 'Cause they don't know nothin'

I fell in love with you

I fell in love with you

I fell in love with you

I fell in love with you

Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you)

Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you)

Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you)

Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you)

Baby, it's been a little time since we both (I fell in love with you)

Felt full since our first encounter (my first encounter)

And baby (I fell in love with you)

Don't let another nigga try my baby, girl, you know I'm one call away

(I wish a nigga would try, I'm one phone call away)

It's nothin' (shit ain't nothin', baby)

And baby (I fell in love with you)

My angel and my goddess, when my head get clouded

My head get cloudy (my thoughts get cloudy)

You're my soulmate, my goddess (my soulmate)

And baby (I fell in love with you)

Took a little time in a gray place (I fell in love with you)

For nothin', no, thanks

Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch

Hold my gun, load it up, count my slugs (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, be my bitch (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, fill my cup (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Roll my blunt, fill my cup, be my bitch, rub my gut

Rub yo' butt, be my slut, be my cunt, yeah, so what?

Fuck them hoes (that's my bitch)

They don't know nothin'

Fuck they talkin' 'bout? 'Cause they don't know nothin'

Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you)

Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you)

Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you)

Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you)

Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you)

Hold up, hold up (I fell in love with you)