CERTIFIED BITCH MOB CLASSIC *COOK 2 DIS SHIT* (feat. Seepy)

Bitch Mob niggas tell these hoes, "Suck my fucking dick" I'ma rep the Bitch Mob, don't give a fuck what day it is Bitch-Bitch Mob niggas tell these hoes, "Suck my fucking dick" I'ma rep the Bitch Mob, don't give a fuck what day it is Bitch-Bitch Mob niggas tell these hoes, "Suck my fucking dick" I'ma rep the Bitch Mob, don't give a fuck what day it is (Ahh, Bitch Mob, ayy, ayy, ayy) (Hey Seepy, do we get some medals?) Bitch Mob niggas tell these hoes, "Suck my fucking dick" I'ma rep the Bitch Mob, don't give a fuck what day it is Money, money makin' mitch, bitch, I'm dummy dumb mistaking rich High class mane, never fuckin' with a basic bitch Man, my whole life I've been based, man, I think I was made for them Never too rich to pimp walk, my bitch you gotta pay to hit Now you see me coming down when I drop the top on my '86 I can make your bitch disappear, act like you ain't ever exist Swag, Tenkay tote the K, bitch, get out the way Them boys in the H like to swang when they bang Bitches call me cocaine in the all white frames I've never been a saint, bitch, I'm rubbin' off the paint My reputation you can't take, I make these bitches faint I take my shirt off and all the hoes go insane You know I leave your boys speechless, they don't know what to say I'm flexin' in the—, going hard in the paint Ain't a damn thing change but the motherfuckin' lane These boys so lame, I still stay the same I'm drippin' candy paint, sum like a candy cane These bitches suck my dick because I look like Major Payne Watch me droppin' out your head, I'm [?] 'bout the pain I feel like Powwow 'cause I'm slangin' in the rain You know how I can't stand on the front page I know how to maintain when it comes to my swaggin' Never been no damn complanin' I call you Captain Saber, ho, don't hit the door without your cash Bitch Mob niggas got too much on they plates I show you how to be a man and put the food on the plate (Bitch Mob) Bitch Mob niggas put the booty on the plate (What?) I eat your bitch ass, I ain't even say grace (Oh, no, man) Put me in the Swag Olympics, watch how I play my position Y'ain't in my damn division, get the fuck up out my mentions I came looking specific, I came looking scientific These bitches on my dick because they already know I'm in it You know I'm what, what? Man, I don't give a fuck These Bitch Mob niggas, you know we don't give a fuck So your bitch grabbed the wall, don't pick up the call I swag in the winter, spring, summer, and the fall Bitch Mob break the law, Bitch Mob breakin' records I put my damn dick in your baby momma rectum, swag nigga (Ahh, bow, bow, bow, bitch swag) (Certified Bitch Mob classic, nigga Thirty-four shit run it up, nigga, ahh)