While all the pretty bitches watch and stare
You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair
That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes
Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches
Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith
1 for the money, 2 for the bitches
Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,
But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes
Teach him dt fucks all the bitches
Destined to win, get respect where i live
Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this
That would prove to the youth truth was the best, clueless bitches,
I get all of the bitches all of the bitches he get none
And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen
Later bitches, i'm off to kill the haters,
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
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