Ed hardy - rouri404, VAEO

Got too many plugs, I'm smoking gas in different countries

You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like, "Can you front me?"

Better watch your boyfriend, make sure he don't touch me

Know you hate this song 'cause when he hears he says he love me

Oh, my God, got him leaving in a body bag

Oh, my God, now he tryna get his body back

Just stopped on his block and I made a bag

Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag

Know that I been falling back into you again

Seen too many people say they know me, I'm not your friend

She call the shots when I'm nodding off

Your bitch gave me top, ditty bop

Think we hit the slots every time we drop

Know I'm sick of your bitching and moaning

Waking up pissed every morning

Used to think you were so important (huh, huh)

Tired of every emotion, always be fighting the moment

Everyday been my opponent, yeah, I just want you to notice

Things ain't really what they used to be anymore

(Dropping bodies on the floor, dropping bodies on the)

Things ain't really what they used to be anymore

Dropping bodies on the floor, dropping bodies on the floor

(Things ain't really what they used to be anymore)

(Things ain't really what they used to be anymore)

Know that things ain't really what they used to be anymore

Bitched him out in front his bitch

Hardy tees, I'm throwing fits

Rolling woods and making hits

I feel like a golden snitch 'cause everybody want me

BB shining sparkly

We got sticks like it's the army

Push start, whip got no keys

Got too many plugs, I'm smoking gas in different countries

You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like, "Can you front me?"

Better watch your boyfriend, make sure he don't touch me

Know you hate this song 'cause when he hears he says he love me

Oh, my God, got him leaving in a body bag

Oh, my God, now he tryna get his body back

Just stopped on his block and I made a bag

Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag

(GORESET)

Got too many plugs, I'm smoking gas in different countries

You gon' hit your plug up saying shit like, "Can you front me?"

Better watch your boyfriend, make sure he don't touch me

Know you hate this song 'cause when he hears he says he love me

Oh, my God, got him leaving in a body bag

Oh, my God, now he tryna get his body back

Just stopped on his block and I made a bag

Ed Hardy jeans on my dick with a Prada bag