Lunar C - 1000 b**hes lyrics

[Hook] Trade in my soul I'm a slave to that dough f** it, pay me I don't want no fame I'm on a low budget Make what I own Get out my face I don't owe nothing Trade in my soul I'm a slave to that dough f** it Thousand b**hes, thousand b**hes [x8] [Verse 1: Lunar C] Girls everywhere, I'm tryna take a couple of them home Sailor Jerry's got me slurring like a motherf**er though [?] A thousand b**hes, quick put them in a row I've gottal be up in the morning to shoot a f**ing video Nah, I can never f** a thousand b**hes Cause I always f**ing cum in about 6 minutes But I get the job done, don't doubt it Mr. Fantastic, [?] Stretch Armstrong, Dhalsim did it b**h I ain't swapping digits My mind stay on my business I ain't misogynistic, I've just got a lot of b**hes [?] Seen everybody's demons Now I'm seeking my inner peace I want five Latin wives and three from the Philippines I just hope I don't die before they legalise weed and polygamy [?] I'm starting to get a hard-on She said "what? I beg your pardon?" I said "b**h, are you retarded?" "What you doing in the V.I.P with all these artists? You ain't talent scouting, you want hard dick" Although I'm ugly somehow I got women Don't want me? I'm putting it down to my lyrics I jump in the crowd and they gripping my penis or ripping my jeans, I've got hundreds and thousands of b**hes [Hook] [x1]