Deez Biddys lyrics

I'ma creep, I'ma dog
Fuggin' your b*tch, she lemme hit it raw
Got it on tape, would never show it off
Panaramic take, so you could see it all

1st verse
I display 'em all, then never call 'em back
I don't need 'em all, but never take it back
Make that b*tch lick my balls, while I roll another bag
Then hop up out the car, tell that b*tch to take a cab
I be on that mota r-rollin' coma f-far from sober
Bonita rosa she roll it up legal California
Los scandalous I be rappin' this when I put it on ya
West Coast got bestest in b*tch brew in the cloudy doja
Yaaa, pop it while you handstand
Yaaa, drop it like you can't stand
Like you on band stand
Quit talkin' all that I don't need a man
You the type of b*tch that be my biggest fan

My b*tch, a bad piece
Your b*tch, got bad teeth
My b*tch, roll mad weed
Your b*tch, got bad feet muddafugga they, stink