Goosebumpz lyrics

[Intro]
(Diplo)
Let's go

[Verse 1]
Better act right 'cause I smack dykes
Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe (Pipe)
b*tch wanna live that rap life (Life), but I already hit that last night
Think you're f*ckin' with me, huh? (Huh?) Must be hittin' that crack pipe
I been makin' my money (Money), thank God I learned how to add right (Let's go)
My cash like that cocaine, give me more, say, give me more
Don't worry 'bout it, ain't no thing, big titty hoes in my videos
Classy b*tch, don't kiss and tell (Nope)
Smack her ass and then wish her well (Well)
Life sucks, better give 'em hell
Get money, f*ck girls, free Biggavel
A million in my briefcase (Briefcase), 'bout to shop for some real estate
'Bout to party with drugs though, turn it up, b*tch, feel the bass (Bass)
Throwin' money in your face (Face), feelin' good, livin' great (Great)
Bad b*tches in different states, it's like I think I'm Vincent Chase
With porn stars, sports cars, and my crib got a courtyard
How we get all this money though? You know how big his tours are? (Woah)
Greedy b*tch, you a needy b*tch
Want some money, but need some di*k (Ha)

[Pre-Chorus]
And my belt monogram
When I die, bet she f*ck my hologram though
When I die, bet she f*ck my hologram though
When I die, bet she f*ck my hologram
When I die, bet she f*ck my hologram, my hologram
[Chorus]
We in my black Benz, windows up
Gettin' head, smokin' blunts
Everybody know what's up
And I turn them girls to sl*ts
Crib's like a mob boss
My b*tch get my car washed
We non-stop, my di*k out, her jaw drop
'Cause all we do is f*ck, fu-fu-f*ck, f*ck
All she wanna do is f*ck, fu-fu-f*ck, f*ck
All she, all she wanna do is f*ck, fu-fu-f*ck, f*ck
All she wanna do is f*ck, fu-fu-f*ck, f*ck, f*ck

[Verse 2]
Don't I look like a drug dealer? (Woah) Don't I look like I'm somebody? (Woah)
Killin' beats with that Murder Inc., don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti? (Woah)
Ridin' through in my hippy van, you broke b*tches don't give a damn
You softer than the Michelin man, your b*tch put her pus*y on Instagram
Better go hard when my flow start (Start)
They brand new, but they old cars (Cars)
Your pockets is on low carbs (Carbs)
She do a show, she a polestar
In the penthouse with her pants down
Get the camera out, no hands now
Them hard drugs, we done ran out (Let's go)
Can't believe that's somebody grandchild (Let's go)
She's so bad, but I like it (Like it)
Wanna hear your pus*y, I'll mic it (Mic it)
My credit card bill is righteous
But, girl, that ass is so priceless
Spend the night with the right b*tch
My di*k ill, my pipe sick (Let's go)
Small pus*y, tight fit
She love to sniff that white sh*t
f*ck her free, no charge
I play the pus*y like Mozart
Eat the pus*y, I won't starve (Nope)
Love the pus*y with my whole heart
b*tch named Layla, my Clapton ho
Give me head, put the Benz in captain mode
[Pre-Chorus]
And my belt monogram
When I die, bet she f*ck my hologram though
When I die, bet she f*ck my hologram though
When I die, bet she f*ck my hologram

[Chorus]
We in my black Benz, windows up
Gettin' head, smokin' blunts
Everybody know what's up
And I turn them girls to sl*ts
Crib's like a mob boss
My b*tch get my car washed
We non-stop, my di*k out, her jaw drop
'Cause all we do is f*ck, fu-fu-f*ck, f*ck
All she wanna do is f*ck, fu-fu-f*ck, f*ck
All she, all she wanna do is f*ck, fu-fu-f*ck, f*ck
All she wanna do is f*ck, fu-fu-f*ck, f*ck, f*ck