Justin Bieber Wrist

Ayy man, the, the fuck you mean

You ain't heard of no fuckin' lentra, the God?

Jason rich on the beat, bitch

And your girl's on my woody like a beaver

Think it's a holiday, told her I'm on the way (uh)

And I gotta do things, I might leave her

I don't got time today, find a way through the pain

I be ridin' down the street though in a jeep

And your mama on the creep though, she a tweak

I be postin' with a freak ho, big ol' freak

Gravy watchin', make your teeth go, I got nice teeth

Bitch, I be in that coochie and that shit my happy place

It put a smile on my face that none of you pussies can replace

I'm with your girl in this case and I know you wanna hate

But just wait, I'm doin' great, ain't do shit, you made my day

I evade the police ridin' on a pony

Angelina jolie said she tryna bone me

These phonies, they think I'm holy, they tryna chrome me

I'ma keep the cheese, y'all can have the macaroni

We make hits and I think they gonna last

Seiko on my wrist, watchin' all this time pass

Pullin' with your bitch and she say my dick gas

Gave her a little chip, and she still wanted in my cash

And your girl's on my woody like a beaver

Think it's a holiday, told her I'm on the way (uh)

And I gotta do things, I might leave her

I don't got time today, find a way through the pain

I be ridin' down the street though in a jeep

And your mama on the creep though, she a tweak

I be postin' with a freak ho, big ol' freak

Gravy watchin', make your teeth go, I got nice teeth

Find us on a yacht like some noah ark shit

My lady is a braniac, of 'course I bust quick

Feeling hypothermic, so I bought a cold wrist

Wherever I go, I shoot my shots and it's a swish, yuh

Your girlfriend lookin' like a three outta ten

I got a ten outta ten, I got my mind on my ms

I'm glad it finally makes sense, and now I'm doin' my dance

Yeah, this life's hittin' different when your pad's full of bands, yeah

Thought she was a diva, lil' diva

Now she treat me like I'm justin bieber

Wrist aquafina, in the freezer

Your bitch got the baby gravy fever

And your girl's on my woody like a beaver

Think it's a holiday, told her I'm on the way (uh)

And I gotta do things, I might leave her

I don't got time today, find a way through the pain

I be ridin' down the street though in a jeep

And your mama on the creep though, she a tweak

I be postin' with a freak ho, big ol' freak

Gravy watchin', make your teeth go, I got nice teeth