Discographie
Well Done Fever
Said she know how to suck and she know how to fuck (How to fuck)
Don’t gotta tell me twice (Twice), slide on her like Billie Jean
Legendary
My diamonds shining, we ain’t pay the same (The same)
Got a Jay-Z watch, it changed the game (The game)
Kyoto
Yeah I know when you’re outside, I could feel the temperature rise
Bugatti Raww
OK, my boujee bitch all she want is Hermès
And my college bitch need a new apartment
Make ’em both cum together, said it’s all in
Rawwest N*gga Alive
I hit the game like a dope’d up needle
Yeah, yeah, shootin’ dope through the speakers
Fuk Wat They Talkin Bout
Hated by many when these bitches wanna tattoo their name on your dick
And you can’t take your bitch nowhere, she so famous
The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty
Shaka Zulu with the new do with the TEC
This is not a purchase, everyday life shit
I’ve been praying for your downfall, man
But all I see is bad bitches coming down the hill, damn
Well Done 4
Make it rain even when it’s rained out
Turn up, bang out
Bang out, bang out
Well Done 3
Order calamari, say she want that fettucini
5 star bitches, my bitches don’t eat at Denny’s
#BitchImTheShit
Bitch better have my money
League of Starz
Well Done 2
Shells big as a turtle, Master Splinter to rap
Sus-Sus-Suspend you like Urkel, your body hangin’ from fat
Black Thoughts 2
Blacks, Mexicans say, when your shit goin drop?
I tell em, Careless World probably gon’ make the world stop
Well Done
Get the cash, rain man
Killa’ J’s, Space Jam
The muthafuckin’ Son of Sam
Fan of a Fan
Ayy, babe, this my new shit (Shit)
I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missin’ (Missin’)
Black Thoughts
Don’t matter what them other bitches say
I’m on my way
Yeah, I’m on my, on my way
The Potential
I travel the world, city to city don’t know where Imma stop
And I wake up every morning
Like where am I
Outraged & Underage
Genocide we don’t give a fuck color or size guys
Women children could see I’m the shrine for the fucking blind
The Free Album
Slaughter House
My advance check got the bank teller depressed
My publishing check made the IRS check
My fucking alias like who the fuck is this
Student who didn’t go to college but forever set
Hotel California
Still pop ace king shit I’m with Rozay
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Bandz a make her dance that’s thousand dollar foreplay
Careless World
Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-A-Bear
I’m a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs
No Introduction
Everybody in the party
Hold your cup high move your body
If you twist it, scream it loudly
Ay, ay, ay, HEY! Ay, ay, ay, HEY!