I Think I Love Her (feat. Lil Wayne / Tyga)

Ha, pikaboo b-tch

Swag scare your kids

My airplane clothes flyer than your best this year

Gorillas in the mist, pull back pump they fist

I'm from the planet of the apes, king kong clips

Slince lambs b-tch

Run through your land trippin

Can't pretend when this is real as it gets can ya

If sh-t hits the fan, I ron artest n-ggas

This how I'm living getting tatted in some house slippers

I like my b-tches simple, laid back, relax it's mental

Sh-t you know what I do

Tell me what you tryna get into

The man cars rented

The man car killing

Gossiping f-ck the car look at the man in it

Ha boys to man business

We don't hire b-tches

Just fire b-tches

It's young money fire spitters

The... Is with us

And they aint ate they dinner

Beginners feast, feet lying fatality finish

I'm killin these records they put me again

I really don't giv a f-f-uck if you witness

You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it

I still gon get my f-cking percentage

I cuss a lot cuz b-tch I'm seers

Young no beard, get soup

Like gumbo with shrimp

Flyer than dumbo ears is, b-tch

Uhh, now let me start by sayin

I don't like this beat

But imma weather the storm imma lightening streak

Uhh, weezy f baby, I do it big weigh me

Them crazy freaky b-tches try to cirque du soliel me

Got some new b-tches, trail got me laughing

The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket

Shot gun on the kitchen table

The shells in the cabinet

F-cking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon

Where pussy is my cabin

More b-thces than a pageant

I keep a house full n-gga call me bob sagat

Spending time backwards

Hotter than a cactus

And we aint in the building we the f-cking contractors

Y ym, why muthaf-ck why hate it

Young money down your throat gotta stay hydrated

Quarter bag weezy

Young time brady

Open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby

Hehe good morning dude

Eagle street car in tune

Long joe, no short bread, no lorna doon

I'm warning you

We on the move

Bunch of female dogs and garden tools

That's b-tches and hoes

Hospital full, sick of my flow

Hip hop was washed up so I bought

Some change to finish my load

I load millions and more millions

Money to the ceiling

N-gga no ceiling!

Step up in this b-tch 5 o clock in the morning

The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning

Imma get that worm now

Tell em it's my turn now

Yo n-ggas need a lesson on some ethic you gon learn now

I do this for the love of it

Saliva cos I love to spit

And I duke it for my future records

You gon love to spit

Fucking with my bredren 10 years strong

And he put them dreds in silver john long

But he's more like platinum

Hold up heres a napkin

Pick your jaw up off the floor

And tuck your tongue right back in

Tell me where is mack maine

(That's all I have)