B!%ch I Own You (Paid for)

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It's 2050

Futuristic shit

Chillin', chillin', chillin', chillin'

Trapaholics

I got a diamond in the back like them old school niggas

Still livin' off all my old school figures

And that candy paint drippin' off that Chevy Six-Five

And niggas call it pimpin' vibe

'Cause my bitch, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Uh, hold up fool, roll up boo

Spitter high enough to see over what them labards is up to

Pull my car up to the stop but

Scoop that hot chocolate up

Not the one in the cup

The one with the nice legs and the Pam Grier strut

You swear I had her cryogenically froze

Naturally fine body like dancers from Solid Gold

And I don't need a thermometer to tell me that I'm cold

Strain that Andromeda, kush king Cole

Still got that '84 with the broken speedometer

On a previous cut, you may have heard me rhymin' up

Now if you would be kind enough to louden that loudness up

Fishbowl Chevy cloudin' up

Can't see my interior but I know it's somewhere in here

Gas station light bright

Give my car a check before we out for the night

Flawless on my car shit

Clear coat fresh right from under the faucet, jets

I got a diamond in the back like them old school niggas

Still livin' off all my old school figures

And that candy paint drippin' off that Chevy Six-Five

And niggas call it pimpin' vibe

'Cause my bitch, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

I'm ridin' throwback Bobby Womack

I'm feelin' this moment, it's a Kodak

I been had millions, you should know that

I been had killers, Kaiser Soze

Turn the shit up, the neighbors gon' hear me wank

The color of this purple and that's what I'm gon' be drinkin'

They call me Juicy J, a nigga with many hoes

I run right through 'em, you niggas be payin' toll

Your bitch gone wild

More miles on the pussy than my car do

Let my homies ride her like a carpool

I be so high with these chicks, I don't argue

I hit 'em with that dick, stick it deep like a harpoon

I got a diamond in the back like them old school niggas

Still livin' off all my old school figures

And that candy paint drippin' off that Chevy Six-Five

And niggas call it pimpin' vibe

'Cause my bitch, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you

Bitch, I own you

Bitch, I, bitch, I own you