You not even the fart
I be goin' hard
I'm breakin' they hearts
B*tches won't bark, but they wanna bite
I got two milli' for usin' a mic, b*tch
Think about that when you type
He like how it taste
He grabbin' my waist
Got him itchin' to stay
He the bank and I'm makin' him chase
I'm a baddie, I'm havin' my way
N*gga a munchie so we cannot date
He a eater, I made sure he ate
Rob his heart, b*tch, it's a stick up
I can't be fallin' in love with a n*gga
Pockets was small, they got bigger
You did me wrong, what I do?
Actin' a smoochie when I'm off the liquor
Showin' my thong, goin' ku
Throwin' it back and I watch him get bigger
You know n*ggas lovе b*tches with money
I get a lot
Takin' her spot
If you ain't cookin', then get off the pot
My name Ice, but I always stay hot
Passenger princess, he pass me his knock
I'm different, I don't feel the same
I'm a smoochie, like, you cannot change me
Trendin' topic, like, you cannot blame me
B*tches not takin' shit from me but notes
Wanna be me, so she do my emotes
And my name in her mouth so I bet she gon' choke
That n*gga a munch
N*gga a eater, he ate it for lunch
B*tch, I'm a baddie I get what I want
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And I didn't like the ending
You're not my homeland anymore
So what am I defendin' now?
You were my town
Now I'm in exile seein' you out
I think I've seen this film before
A thong bikini up my ass, I think I'll go for a dive
His ex b*tch went up against me, but she didn't survive
On applications I write "pressure" 'cause that's what I apply
I can do all them little tricks and keep the d-ck up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
This one a pack, this one a brick
That one a opp, that one a lick
This one for Pop, this one for Juice
I am the one, bi-ch, you a deuce
They want that heat, I'm the only provider
They say that your darkest hour come before your dawn
But there was something that I shoulda asked all along
I'ma ask on the song
Do you ever think of me when you lie?
Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin'
When I come out, all the sneak b*tches start plottin'
When I come out, it's a sweep, b*tches start moppin'
Anywhere else I'd be a ten
Is it my destiny to live and die a life of blonde fragility?
I'm just Ken
Where I see love, she sees a friend
What will it take for her to see the man behind the tan and fight for me?
Barbie: "Klar. Ich hab nichts großes geplant. Nur ne riesen Föhn-Party mit allen Barbies, ner einstudierten Choreo und dem passenden Song. Komm doch vorbei."
Ken: "Klingt cool."
Both my hands can do the job and I ain't talkin' m*sturbate
I can't let a n*gga shoot me, I'm in a two seat
Now I pull up to a show in a spaceship
Now it's time to throw money in Starlets
And these other lil' n*ggas is garbage
You was there when I was fightin' my charges
Robbin' n*ggas tryna cop me some J's
Momma said, 'Ain't nothing good in these streets'
Book smart, I was always unique
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
A kingdom alone but no love to confess
Dreams of a prince on a tall white horse
Runs like a spirit by the castle walls
When we went flying with Tom Cruise
When shoulder pads and looking tough
Was the dirty David Hasselhoff
Too many men with heavy makeup on
Too many poodles with guitars
Thanks for all the joy you've given us
You will always be our superstars
Back to Rocky and Cherry Coke, yeah
Those were the days
And we go back to the 80's
Say "Hey there, Mister T"
To Twisted Sisters on MTV
Those were the days
Ah, come back
To Iron Maiden and 7Up
Bananarama and Breakfast Club
When we put satellites in space
When boys wore skinny leather ties
Like Don Johnson from Miami Vice
When Eminem was just a snack
And Michael Jackson's skin was black
Back when the coolest thing in store
Was a Commodore 64
Sweet things, I will never get enough
If you show me to the sugar tree
Will you give me a soda pop for free?
Come with me, honey, I'm your sweet sugar Candyman
Run like the wind, fly with me to Bountyland
Bite me, I'm yours, if you're hungry, please understand
This is the end of the sweet sugar Candyman
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York
All the advice been tipped in
Gave me that grip, no slippin'
Out of my mind, went trippin'
And nobody gets hurt
Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast
So I'm making it worse
Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past
I'm a whole different person
It's a gift and a curse
But I cannot reverse it
And in the end, when I die, would you watch me?
And if I try suicide, would you stop me?
Would you help me get a grip or would you drop me?
I'ma hit you from the back and that's as far as it goes
I done knocked 'em all down like some dominoes
Come away with innocence
And leave me with my sins
Air around me feels just like a cage
Love is just a camouflage for what resembles rage
And she left me with a broken heart
She fooled me twice and it's all my fault
She cut too deep, now she left me scarred