Weirdo lyrics

[Intro]
Live Wire

[Verse 1: J. Stalin]
I came in this motherf*cker high though
Friday night I'm trying to let go
Real one, don't confuse me with them weirdos
Boxers no Speedos
West Oakland where them n*ggas move kilos
Why your b*tch wanna f*ck on me though
I hit it in the bathroom and passed her to P-Lo
I play the bar i'm to cool for the dance-floor
I'm a dog like Cujo
Don't get me wrong still do the (?) tiptoe
There's money on line n*gga what they in for
Me I been a G since the get-go
Trying out the coochie on like clisco
I'm the dope and she's a nympho
I'm the dope and she's a nympho
But little momma you don't hear me tho

[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Bad b*tch, she know what I'm in for
Real n*gga, flyer than a (?)
I'm the sh*t, cause you said so
And your boyfriends a weirdo
Bet your boyfriends a weirdo, weirdo
Bet your boyfriends a weirdo, weirdo
And he ain't get no dough
I rock foreign that's for show though
[Verse 2: J. Stalin]
I left up out this motherf*cker still drunk
Henny shots and them cookies ain't no punk
I'm in the wind, I'm stackin' paper again
You stick out like a sore thumb, we 'round gangsters I fit in
You kiss her in the face, I leave it on her chin
I bagged her and her sister n*gga both of the twins
Back of the Porsche, back of the Benz
Rockin' the car, crackin' the rims
No weirdo sh*t when I'm gone in the wind
Home for a day then I'm gone again
I got women to get, n*gga money to spend
I be up all night then I do it again
This little game we play yeah I'm in it to win
And if your b*tch come around I'ma hit it again
Say this little game we play yeah I'm in it to win
And if your b*tch come around I'ma hit it again

[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Bad b*tch, she know what I'm in for
Real n*gga, flyer than a (?)
I'm the sh*t, cause you said so
And your boyfriends a weirdo
Bet your boyfriends a weirdo, weirdo
Bet your boyfriends a weirdo, weirdo
And he ain't get no dough
I rock foreign that's for show though
[Verse 3: Lil June]
Ugh, I'm off the molly girl wassup
My hand was up her dress on her butt
Smooth, I'm too sharp like a tux
I pour up the Henn, then I roll up the dutch
Ugh, she hella nasty though
Bust it open like a nut, pistachio
Did her like my player on a rope
Got my top blew then I wrote
Your boyfriend huck, he a weirdo
I keep my circle small like a cheerio
Run it back just in case they didn't hear me tho
f*ck a tip, gangster sh*t, nightmare, miracle
On 10th street, everywhere i'm 10 deep
With 10 freaks, baby both hella cheap
Her boyfriend caught her up in a text
She turned around and said, "Babe it was only sex"

[Chorus: J. Stalin]
Bad b*tch, she know what I'm in for
Real n*gga, flyer than a (?)
I'm the sh*t, cause you said so
And your boyfriends a weirdo
Bet your boyfriends a weirdo, weirdo
Bet your boyfriends a weirdo, weirdo
And he ain't get no dough
I rock foreign that's for show though