Illegally cross borders with softcore p**nstars
Ain't none of them sane
You know what I'm sayin
I ordered the brains
Aye I got em throat singing my name
I'm Johnny McClane, yippy kay aye huh
Sorry for the sh** that I say ma
I think I been speaking with Satan
Orange crush color fronts, power brunchin with a s*ut
Them bottles of uhhhh got her body like uhhhhh
But thats what she wants, that's what she wants
Trunk in the front with the plum color guts
Peach shaped bu*t in some Yves Saint Laurent
I stunt with disgusting results
Pull up in a hearse, interior dessert
Whole summer rocking furs while I send them to the earth
Everything gorgeous
Pull up in a fortress
Couple hundred horses
What you wanna call this?
b**h, I'm flawless
b**h I'm ballish as f**, olive skin hotties
We got em in quantity, wallet, brolic, what
I got a prophecy they gon be slobbing me
Bang em, banging out the trunk
Suzy be easy, I don't love em it's nothing
I know that you need me, I'll be there in a minute
Terrace, villa, terrace, villa
Now I'm back to the city
Back to that kitties that missed me
Don't turn your back cause they filthy
These magazines racks that I'm filling
Press a bu*ton, unsummon the ceiling
No cuffin just love when I'm in it
Next day invitation rescinded
And I'm fresh like Maan, damn she want it bad
Flying to japan, buying diamonds by the gram
Everything gorgeous
Pull up in a fortress
Couple hundred horses
What you wanna call this?
b**h, I'm flawless