[Intro: Young C.O.W.]
Eh man, where is this, where are we?
Oh my God, oh my God, we're in Twerk City
We made it, we finally made it
Eh, hoe many b**hes are there, how many b**hes you see?
About one, two, three, seventeen
Man, there's a lot of b**hes in here, man
Eh man, you already know what it is, this that Lost In Space mixtape, this what it is
Eh man, I got a lot of b**hes, I got a lot of b**hes, bruh
[Hook: Young C.O.W.]
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes
I got b**hes, b**hes, b**hes, b**hes
I got b**hes, b**hes, b**hes, b**hes
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got
[Verse 1: Lil P]
Did about 50 push-ups Monday, Tuesday I did about 16
Everybody wanna know my name, but I don't get no date
So who's me? Everybody wanna be my friend on what I say
You wanna be my friend? Then follow along 'til the end
Because I have about 80 b**hes, and um, some of them are men
And I hate the way I say it, though
People wanna follow along and call me gay
Well get on your knees and s** my dick today
Because I'm not serious on what I say
You follow along, I'mma beat you up, beat your nose in, then beat your dick like a nose pin
[Hook: Lil P]
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes
I got b**hes, b**hes, b**hes, b**hes
I got b**hes, b**hes, b**hes, b**hes
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes
I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got b**hes, I got
[Verse 2: Young C.O.W.]
Close the goddamn window, I'mma tell you like this
I'm the number one b**h, and I look like Slick Rick
I'm coming Tuesday, b**h
It's Tuesday, b**h
That's doomsday, b**h
Man, I gotta a lot of, and you do not
I look like a plumber, it's summer, because my rhymes are hot
Told Bill to stop hatin', told him I'm not playin'
You better be a racist if you want to make it
I'm coming through making plates, I'm shakin' and bakin'
b**hes love me because I look like Kevin Bacon
You are mistaken if you think I'm not racist
I'm gonna come through and beat your faces
b**hes love me, that's what it be
Coming through, what it do?
[Hook: Young C.O.W.]