Niggas In Pajamas

I hate dumb ho's, stupid whores I perform in hoopin' shorts Told that bitch don't call me I drink coffee and I like it warm That Blackberry & that iPhone Niggas In Paris, I'm home Probably wit a bad bitch Who eat cabbage while she gimme dome Ya muva a ho & ya sista too I'ma smoke crack when I'm 62 Get a bitch to f*ck n she lick me up If i'm ridin' round then I'm wit ya boo Wit ya boo Yea, her You ain't know that we share her She suck me off, I got headphones on They 'Beats by Dre' I can't hear her Fell so hard its slippery And your feelings don't mean shit to me We broke up and you choked up And now bitch you just history I'm broke as f*ck so don't ask for shit You got a mouth so you can ask for dick I'm Arabic & black as shit Your thoughts bout me ain't accurate, bitch Chillin out, watchin Seven Thinkin of the worse way to get into heaven Burnin' loud thunder no not Kevin Shenanigans, no molly I'm sweatin Caught this girl lookin' at my penis print So I poked her in the eye, Rick Flair I'm bent Got me feeling like I'm on Aqua Teen Where's meatwad? I'm Geek Squad I pull up to the club, valet my Llama and Don't tell nobody I got head in Nacho Mama's But I be chillin, like a villain Indian style on the ceiling Tiger Blood is what i'm sippin Where is Charlie Sheen? I'm winning My mind is up that Nutellas made of angel shit And I'm asthmatic, i'm rappin fast I think I need a hit I'm bringing back LA Gears They matchin' every fit And I just peed my pants Ain't that a bitch Billy Madison, I'm glad you sent Mushrooms got me spazzin Well at least I think I'm spazzin Carpet ride bitch I'm Aladdin But I heard I look like Jafar You want it raw? Get in my car Lets take a ride across the fuckin border I'm ballin, my dog drink Fiji water Hit the dri aight shit haha yo Keep that I'm ballin my dog drink Fiji water Hit the drive thru say f*ck my order Hit the strip club wit a bag of quarters Drinks on me, I'm Rich Porter Kinda sorta Yo, I shouldn't be in here drinkin I'm still on Temple Run on these niggas I got like 3 million points, high score F*ck that monkey that be chasin me You feel me Yo where the f*ck is the drugs at Who the f*ck is you, don't talk to me I'm fly as f*ck like I oughta be Wit my PJs and my slippers on I'm fixin corn and its salty Bitches on my left Bitches on my right Swag on one hundred n 6 And i'ma dyke She goin let all my niggas hit Tonight Told that bitch my name was Future Turn on the lights cuz I'm lookin for A fuckin whore I get my clothes from Dollar Store She not a 10 She more like 4 She thinkin she Look like Kimora Lee Simmons He's ending This Verse Cuz he's winnin Drinkin Tiger Blood Bitch I'm on my Charlie Sheen She pop a molly While eatin beans Bitch I look like Papa Smurf Blue Diamonds I run the earth mm mm i'ont know Sniffin cocaine Til' my nose bleed Eatin' old cheese I got what these ho's need