Becky Lyrics

Woke up hit a Spliff because I woke up with a bad bitch

I treat her like she average

But that's only cause I'm mad rich

Used to being with the finest women

But it's gon' be a problem

If you keep on touching this designer linen

Mind on the green like a Heineken

She need the D no vitamin

Get phone calls like

Chris there's new designer in

Been jiggy

And I been with all the foreign iggys

Pay respect to biggie

When I'm rocking my Versace shiggys

And yeah I like my women like my clothes

Comme des garçon

Rick Owen Ramones

Trench coat on like I'm Sherlock Holmes

And yeah I like my women like my clothes

B-B be the belt it's like a kidney

It came with some stones

And yeah I like my women like my clothes

Comme des garçon

Rick Owen Ramones, yeah

And yeah I like my women like my clothes

B-B be the belt it's like a kidney, uh

I'm the type of nigga keep a wife and a mistress

Got caught in a hotel room with three bitches

Quentin Tarantino nigga this a pulp fiction

Double bagged the condom

Shawty said she wanted more friction

I might be a racist cause I swear I hate niggas

And they might be some bitch

Cause I swear they date niggas

They sucking off they bros

With no hoes in the picture

But fuck it, guess they feeling special

Like a place kicker

Done with facing demons nigga now I face liquor

Place elixir in the cup

And now I'm outer space with it

9600, you cannot bang with us

Put a arrow on your head

Like a young Aang nigga

I lost my bitch to rumors

Thought I was fucking Sherane

Now I don't believe in marriage

Believing in Mary Jane

She said she like my name

She wearing it on her chain

White bitch sipping purple

That's codeine and cocaine

And yeah I like my women like my clothes

Comme des garçon

Rick Owen Ramones

Trench coat on like I'm Sherlock Holmes

And yeah I like my women like my clothes

B-B be the belt it's like a kidney

It came with some stones

And yeah I like my women like my clothes

Comme des garçon

Rick Owen Ramones, yeah

And yeah I like my women like my clothes

B-B be the belt it's like a kidney, uh

Feel like I died and came back to life

Nigga this my eulogy

Girls, girls, girls speak exotic lingo fluently

Light-skin, look like Cassie

Told her it's just you and me

Or maybe it's just me and you

I just called ***

Because she stay up on her p's and q's

Cops rolling by like nigga what you drinking

Juice?

And nigga this ain't juice