Art Mansion - Competition Orange lyrics

[Verse 1: Art Mansion] All of my b**hes like Emily I sling my pop for like ten a piece I f** and leave like I'm Hercules s**a you're living so under me Why do you think you can come for me I got some rubies that Gucci Versace piece Rich and I'm stupid tell your man don't f** with me You sipping Hennessy b**h you a wannabe I live your dream and you live in a fantasy Pull up on bimmers the uber don't come for me I sell no dope got like 3 to 4 companies Shut up and work for the man I take your b**h to Japan I took a perc and a xan I turn your b**h to a fan She don't want to talk to you s**a Stop calling she let me go undo her pants I don't want Grammys but b**h I want grands I want a baddie with tits and a tan I want her cooking up food in the pan I want her giving me head in the lamb I want her spreading her legs for the man f** her so hard that she can't even stand Foreign b**hes that I don't understand Gotta sore neck but b**h I don't want hand I need a coochie to lick up like damn I made a millie your man made a grand I'm selling companies he selling grams I be doing what I do coz I can Only take trips to her house The biggest dog in the pound I nut in her face and her couch I nut right in front of her spouse I take the cheese like a mouse f** a b**h in her gown Got a milly in my pouch Yeah I scored me a who*e Yeah I scored me a who*e b**h I scored me a who*e [Verse 2: Morph] Ren and Stimpy on the television Homies know that I been better livin' Icey wrists yea my fingers drippin' Mazda whippin yeah my neck it glisten Homies livin' rich I been broke Sippin' sodies yeah I love coke That girly dirty like an artichoke b**h I'm scared of water f** a bigger boat Act like they know me what simon said That money be comin go straight to the head Play a few shows then I lounge in my bed f** around with Shifty b**h you is dead Pop off a molly then poppin' a percocet f** your addiction yeah I'm your nicorette New additions I'm the A to your alphabet Living in Perth but next year I'm in Lafayette Enjoy poppin' off a bean b**h I'm only youngin' yeah I'm still a teen Living the dream damn I'm a king f** around with me you'll end up unseen Pea green money from a machine Make a transfer deposit a hunnid Shifty so mad the neck it be throbbin Tuffboy team 2017 b**h there's no stoppin' b**h there's no stoppin' [Verse 3: Anhell] You homies be like me? Unlikely Climb up that p**y I'm hiking You copying b**h you be biting Hit on yo b**h with my Nikes She sayin my steelo exciting I mix the Raf with the Gucci Plus the racks look like Tunechi b**h you a wannabe, wanna be me b**h I'm the sh** you is toiletry My old b**h she say she is jealous My new b**h be wearin margiela's You get me but you cannot get us All of the sodie with Gordon All of my clothing imported My new b**h she say I'm important Where's my endorsement Tuffboys be my reinforcement My old b**hes sayin I'm ignorant Met my new b**h on the internet f**ing that coochie and b**h I am into it b**h you is new to dis b**h I been doin' dis [Verse 4: Shifty Man] 2017, do you wanna know my plan? It's f** on the world and f** on my girl and pull out as a rich man I pull up in a Trans Am, diamonds flashing like damn Got a b**h so thick that I can't find my dick gotta guess when I'm trying to slam Then I shoot and I land on her booty, spend fifty racks on a shoe Had to suite a shade of blue because I rock blueberry suede suits Oh you still rock that Supra? Well you know that I had to out do ya You say your fit is fire but that must mean my fit bazooka Who said that? They say Shifty Man falling off that's a lie, who spread that? You read that? Right in the media? Well they better check their facts because my racks disagree with ya Ooh, they tall, damn they so tall And I bet that my b**h ain't been hit like this before She go "ooh, ooh, ooh! Tell me baby what's your crew?" I tell her "Boogie Nights and Tuffboys what it do?" [Verse 5: Jim Kribb] All these prissy little b**hes wanna question how I act Talk smack, say I'm whack, 'cos I never ever hit that Pull your panties down, stick your face in the trunk And shut the f** up, while I cover you in cum Now I'm feeling better and there's cum all on your sweater It's dripping on your a** and making your p**y wetter Pull up my pants so I can snapshot the crime Send it to your Dad show him his princess is a dyke Turn that frown right upside down You're getting off in my bed or getting off in town All the girls get wet when they see the gang around Think the b**h has a boyfriend well she doesn't have one now