Hard Work:

Fame Gang it's that OBE, shit on other rappers I know I need
Pepto, but i'm stealing this hos like kleptos and we running these tracks like let's go
I let go, now they all attached like legos, my swag beat that, lame nigga, tweet that
Hashtag, beast mode, yo home I sit
Your chick, her mouth, my pants, unzipped (uh oh)
Her throat, filled with my pearl
Was my ho, still your girl
Aint that a shame you kiss that broad
A wedding ring what you get that for?
Because you love her? I love her too, up under them covers I come into
I slide in her, cum and I'm out
Not of your girl, the whole fucking house
You come home, nowhere i'm found, wow
That girl is still wetting the gown, thinking bout me while you trying to pound
Texting bout how my hard dick she was down for, clown your, stroke never eva gone match mine
I work hard like full games, while you take breaks like halftime
And now it's back to the bread cho, you stuck in your ways, i'm stuck in my zone
Your pocket and money cannot get along
Start copying me and go write you a song....BITCH

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Betta Run:

Mr. Pimpalicious my shit is legit fam, see your chick is ridiculous thick i'm bout to hit that/
To the side leaning something slick and she has peeped this, now my swag got her leaning hard just like a kickstand yeah/

[talking]

Motown born nigga please don't hate, open up my lips let the game go spray
And I aint even gotta rush she gone wait, get drawn from the look on the young boy face
Since i'm Rob Doe dough Doe gone make, pimp game strong got the blood in my veins
Swear she betta run like her feet tap still, before she get caught in my trap right chea
Cause that's not quite like this right here, and this right here, is just that deal
She feel what she feeling right now is inside her mind can't decide cause it can't be real
Claiming that this your girl right? alright come and get yo chick before I
Give a dose of the spell, put on she can tell, this nigga stay fresh, she confirmed by the smell

[break]

Mathematician with the women I meet, the numbers add up slow-er than a jet which still means quick
Cause once we meet she'll still need this
Got her heart running quick while still we sit
I may be wrong but she may be addicted to this cause if she isn't and get this dick it's
Over, for what you cherish, change yo steez put the blame on me don't do that
I aint make her become a nudist for the duet
Between her and I, well between you and I what's between her thighs you couldn't tame anyhow but still
I aint force her here, tried to call you up to report her here, but you aint come
If you aint dumb, you would call her up and hope she leaves but she can't run

[song plays]

Outro: Mr pimpalicious my shit is legit fam, see yo chick is ridiculous thick i'm bout to hit that/ to the side leaning something slick and she has peeped this/ now my swag got her leaning hard, just like a kickstand yeah/