Pick up the god dang phone

B**ch where the f**k were you Tuesday

With who you say

I wasn't at the studio

B**ch what'd you do screw Dre

You went there looking for me

Oo that excuse is too lame

Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg

You fake lying slut you never told me you knew Dre

Lupe you want to lose two legs

You try to flip this on me

If I spent more time with you you say

Screw you and I'd be the third person who screwed you today

Or four Dre Drake oh touché

Thought you was my number one

True you Ace but you ain't

And I can see you and you make

Cause I'm hanging up this phone boo

You make my f**king blue today

You feeling blue too late

Go smirk yourself you make me wanna smirk and puke

Here's what you say to someone you hate

My life will be so much better if you dropped dead

I was laying in bed last night thinking

And this song just popped in my head and I though

Think I just relapsed this b**ch pushed me over the brim

Up on the freeway tring to get some time alone and just think

Cops pulled me over but they let me cause I'm only driving drunk

Cause that b**ch drove me to drink I'm back on my f**k ho's

I hate you for papayas I hate all b**ches the same

Baby come on excuse the pun but b**ch you're such a prod statement

And I ain't channeling my anger through every single station it's on

And threw it in the garbage who do you think you are

B**ch guess it's time for me to get the dust off

And pick myself up off the carpet

I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest

My life's be so much better if you just dead

My life's be so much better if you just dead

Cause you told me you love me forever

B**ch that was a lie I never wanted someone to die

My f**king life but f**k it there's all the fish in the sea

And I'mma have a wail of a time

Being a single sailor for the night

B**ch on a scalor want attention

I must be the holy grailer

I might hit the club on a chicker's trailer

Made for me say f**k it kick some shots back and hammer the nailer

There's be just be tryin to get atached with the failer

And to the tail of my bumper to scratch them with the back of my trailer

Like a to get hedged

Yeah I'm rich as a b**ch but b**ches ain't sh*t

I'd rather leave a b**ch in a ditch

B**ch you complain when you listen to this

But you still throw yourself at me

That's what I call pitchin' a bicth

That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight

Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul

But my dick's on strike so all that love sh*t is void

B**ch I'm a cupid stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed

Oi oi oi man oh man you boy boy boys

Getting sick at these girls girls girls

Oink oink oink you f**king pigs

All you good boys doink doink doink

I got 99 problems and the b**ch ain't one

She's all 99 of them I need a machine gun

I take em all out I hope you hear this song

And grow into a cardiac arrest have a heart attack

And just drop dead and I'mma throw a f**king party after this cause

My life's be so much better if you dropped dead

I was laying in bed last night thinking