Steve Harvey

Aha-Aha... yea

Niggaz ask where BoB been at

Well I'll tell you where I been

Not on Epstein's Island

At home, not dick riding

(What yo' ass say?)

Stacking Tubmans

I ain't no thug

But I'm thuggin'

They say don't judge

But I'm judging

Married to the game

I'm her husband

On numerous occasions

They inquire like "Were you cloned

And why did you go quiet?"

Everybody holler "Stay woke!"

Well even woke niggaz get tired

Took a snooze and got my mind off the rumors

You in her DMs and I'm in her uterus

Ghetto exuberance, dapper accouterments

My truest thoughts are intrusive

Yo soy tu Daddy

She throw it back like

"Is it good Daddy?"

She wanna Shibari

I put them 10k ropes on her body

Now she wanna party

Her and her friend

Ask if I'm poly

I told 'em prolly

Girl, it's yo' world

Do what you want

It's your choice

It's your body

Big booty heaux

Hump wit' it

Big booty heaux

Hump wit' it

It don't take Sherlock Holmes

To see you got Stockholm syndrome

I'm a paradoxical nigga

Walk into a room and start a schism

(What yo' ass say?)

They must not know

They must need reminding

I will never fold

You can't origami

Oh you ain't know my pen was crazier?

She love my southern embolalia

Nutty bish macadamia

Stacking that bank, Azalea

Industry plants, hydrangeas

No I don't know who these strangers is

I haven't the slightest

Musta got overnighted

MmmHmmHmm, how she

MmmHmmHmm, she gon'

MmmHmmHmm, when I

MmmHmmHmm

Abawaka abawaka

She

"RrrikkErrriKkk"

On my dik like Serato

Like I flip the switch she on auto

Told me hit her shit in staccato

Like "Who you think you talking to... Girl you know I'm Bobby Ray!"

This the part of the show where we find out

It's debaucherous, shit just be scandalous

Bitches be flying out

Remember when rappers would fake it

Like they was all rowdy row

Now niggaz catch bodies for real

And ain't no one lyin' now