Dr Phil lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm so f*cking swagged up, oh my god
b*tch f*ck with me cause you know I'm straight hustling
Twelve cellphones with them k's like a Russian
Straight serving j's, yeah I'm strapped like a hustler
Buy a little pus*y and your b*tches want to f*ck some
Damn it's a party cracking like it's bar mitzvah
Thirty six b*tches on my di*k cause I'm Sisqó
No homo b*tch, I got broads out in Frisco
Ask my b*tch if she limbo
b*tch better speak cause she know I play Nintendo
b*tch kiss my ring and she call me Carl's Winslow
I got about five hundred b*tches
All of them love me
Oh my god, all my b*tches love me
Strapped with two nine's and they call me Willy Wonka
Crack a ho head and I'm working like a farmer
To sell guns and I'm cold like Norway
1989, put my b*tch on a four-way
Heavily swagging, b*tch check my meter
Pay her whole rent and she call me cousin Skeeter
We got money, we cashing out
f*ck a b*tch
Why you hand-cuffing dudes, you a wife-beater
b*tch f*ck with me, I pay that b*tch when I see her
Pay a b*tch head
Pay for head, I'm paying for head
b*tch f*ck with me, I'mma tell her when I see her
Young Based God n*gga, swag off the meter
Young Based God buy a b*tch like reefer
Strapped with two nine's and they call me Quincy Jones
Got a AK and I look like Al Capone
Word around town I got five going for ten
Word around town I puts that Ying in that Yang
Ninety eight b*tches and they call me Stephen King
Based God, Dr. Phil