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I've never peeped a gangbangin' finger-lickin' diamond up in tha flesh

I cut mah teeth on weddin rings up in tha pornos

And I aint proud as a muthafucka of mah address,

In a torn-up town, no postcode envy


But every last muthafuckin songz like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' up in tha bathroom

Blood stains, bizzle gowns, trashin' tha hotel room,

Us dudes couldn't give a fuckin shit, our phat asses rollin Cadillacs up in our dreams.

But everybodyz like Cristal, Maybach, diamondz on yo' timepiece.

Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash.

Us dudes couldn't give a fuckin shit, we aren't caught up in yo' ludd affair.


And we'll never be royals (royals).

It don't run up in our blood,

That kind of luxe just ain't fo' us.

We crave a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different kind of buzz.

Let me be yo' rula (ruler),

Yo ass can call me biatch Bee

And baby I be bout ta rule, I be bout ta rule, I be bout ta rule, I be bout ta rule.

Let me live dat fantasy.


[Verse 2]

My fuckin playaz n' I-we've cracked tha code.

We count our dollars on tha train ta tha party.

And all dem fools dat knows our asses knows dat we fine wit this,

Us dudes didn't come from scrilla.


But every last muthafuckin songz like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' up in tha bathroom.

Blood stains, bizzle gowns, trashin' tha hotel room,

Us dudes couldn't give a fuckin shit, our phat asses rollin Cadillacs up in our dreams.

But everybodyz like Cristal, Maybach, diamondz on yo' timepiece.

Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash

Us dudes couldn't give a fuckin shit, we aren't caught up in yo' ludd affair


And we'll never be royals (royals).

It don't run up in our blood

That kind of luxe just ain't fo' us.

We crave a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different kind of buzz.

Let me be yo' rula (ruler),

Yo ass can call me biatch Bee

And baby I be bout ta rule, I be bout ta rule, I be bout ta rule, I be bout ta rule.

Let me live dat fantasy.


Ooh ooh oh

We bigger than we eva dreamed,

And I wanna gangbang wit bein biatch.

Ooh ooh oh

Life is pimped out without a cold-ass lil care

We aren't caught up in yo' ludd affair.


And we'll never be royals (royals).

It don't run up in our blood

That kind of luxe just ain't fo' us.

We crave a gangbangin' finger-lickin' different kind of buzz

Let me be yo' rula (ruler),

Yo ass can call me biatch Bee

And baby I be bout ta rule, I be bout ta rule, I be bout ta rule, I be bout ta rule.

Let me live dat fantasy.