My #1 Fan

You need a voice coach and some auto-tunin'
You’re lyin'
Please-bitch, you wish you knew me
But I don’t give a fuck (Oh!)
Guess what, your time is up (Whoo!)
All your fame is off my name (Can't touch E, baby!)
Fuck what you said (Yup)
You sound so dumb now (Hell yeah, bitch)
Fuck that bullshit that you talkin' about (Bullshit)
Fuck tryin' to diss me
Your vocals sound wack (Hell yeah)
Get off my dick (And)
And stay off my track (Track)
Fuck what you said
You sound so dumb now (Stupid!)
Fuck that bullshit that you talkin' about (Come on now)
Fuck tryin' to diss me
Your vocals sound wack (Huh-huh)
Get off my dick (Yup)
And stay off my track
After this, I’ll know your role (Yup)
Girl, I’m your pimp and you’re my ho (Ha)
The reason you’re on radio
'Cause I let you borrow my flow
When you get some money, ho (Come on)
Girl, you could hit up my cell phone (You know it)
And give me the money you owe (You owe me, bitch)
'Cause I’m your pimp and you’re my ho
(Oh!)
Fuck what you said (Uh!)
You sound so dumb now (Uh-huh!)
Fuck that bullshit that you talkin' about (Bullshit!)
Fuck tryin' to diss me
Your vocals sound wack (Yup!)
Get off my dick
And stay off my track
(spoken over sung repetitions of «Oh oh, oh oh / Uh huh, yeah»)
Thank you, thank you, thank you. Don’t get it twisted. I do love them hoes.
And Skankee-see you next Tuesday. You can figure it out for yourself.
And everybody out there-cop the album. Thank you, and good night. Peace