3 chainz, oww. Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards. And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened. Fingers and napkins get sent to mammies; is that too graphic?.
You did it for the broads, I did it for the paper. Got a hundred styles, got a hundred acres. Fuck the police (fuck 'em), hundred middle fingers (fuck 'em).
Uh, what happened, what happened?. Yeah, damn, girl, what happened?. What happened? What happened?. What happened?. I thought you weren't fucking with me no more.