Lame n*ggaz (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus]
I can't f*ck a lame n*gga
Put some diamonds on your teeth, so you can give me brain, n*gga
Count a check, and f*ck me next, I'm hangin' with the same n*ggas
You can't even handle b*tches, we are not the same, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Nice smile, pretty face, I c*m, he like the way I taste
Never force it on a n*gga, backwood's how I start the day
You a pus*y, you a rookie, I can see it in your face
Gangster b*tch, but I'm a freak, he fell in love, I ain't amazed
Asian Doll, Yung Carti, I'm tryna f*ck, but hardly
He likin' all my pictures, got these lame n*ggas salty
Tell that b*tch to catch up, she be geekin' on a Molly
Lately, I've been wasted, ride my boat and go to Charlie's
Damn, I'm geekin', I be taxin' for a feature
She be f*ckin' for a feature, these n*ggas, they real good leechers
Grab my hair, it's thirty inches, skinny b*tch that like it deeper
Same goals, road to riches, doin' drill, but I ain't snitchin', yeah
But I ain't backin' out, smoke you like a black and mild
Free 600 Breezy, he the first to eat my cookie out
I don't understand what all the cap about, you Mickey Mouse
Man, it's all the bullsh*t, b*tches talkin', I be livin' proud

[Chorus]
I can't f*ck a lame n*gga
Put some diamonds on your teeth, so you can give me brain, n*gga
Count a check, and f*ck me next, I'm hangin' with the same n*ggas
You can't even handle b*tches, we are not the same, n*gga
[Verse 2]
Uzi Vert, ooh, I'ma skrrt
Prada purse, and I'm a flirt
Pop the trunk like it's my cherry, leave your b*tch ass in the dirt
Lyin' n*gga, playin' stupid, I'm not your ho, so I don't care
Creepin' on the di*k, he goin' swimmin', now my stomach hurt
Take my skirt off, school swag, make a n*gga work
Text him, "Baby, you gon' give me neck 'till I'ma fart"
He put his all in me, 'cause I'm the b*tch to do it first
Apologize for what? I'm crazy, grew up like the purge
f*ck you thought, n*gga? f*ck with me it cost, n*gga
Asian Doll, the boss, n*gga, me, me and Young Dolph, n*gga
Philly n*gga on his bike, he pop a wheelie in it
Chasin' all the milly, only f*ckin' with saddity b*tches
You need a sl*t, what? I'ma let you cuff some
When they get too comfortable, is when I gotta cut them
You need a sl*t, what? I'ma let you cuff some
When they get too comfortable, is when I gotta cut 'em
You need a sl*t, what? Almost let you cuff some
When they get too comfortable, is when you gotta cut 'em

[Outro]
Gang, scissors
What the f*ck?
Period