Y’all gotta know me I’m fresh like lettuce And bitches so horny wanna eat me like rabbits In the back of the room filled with them gadgets I call her iTouch her sister iPhone and she bag it
Y’all gotta know me like I’m the one up in the sky Never mind somebody business I’m concerned about mine I know a thing about time, gold watch, Time machine, and Air Dunks from 89
So if ya’ll don’t know me then you prolly crazy And I’m so brainy my tutor bitches gave me This appetite to destroy and appetite for toys I play with big body Ranges and spaceship Mercedes Bitch you gotta know me like ABC I sip syrup in the back of the party out the Pink Barbie cup yet they know what’s up I’m still rugged to the bone pop a pill and re-up