Funny

(Chorus 2x) Got bitches, got money Laughin' at them haters cause they lookin so funny Laughin' at them haters cause they lookin so bummy Get where I'm at before you talk down, chummy (Verse 1) They call me Mr. Slim Thugga, mothafucker When I'm on the beats I go raw no rubber When I'm on a freak I go deep when I cut her Stay up, can't sleep, gotta get rid of this butter Fuck some bread, I'm lookin' for some head She say she go hard but she'd rather fuck instead Thugga bust the pussy open, beat it 'til it's broken 5 minutes later I'm in my Camaro smokin' Hoes say I'm heartless, ladies say I'm nice Met her last night and I already fucked her twice Hog life, get bitches get money You niggas pockets on flat ridin on dummy Hustle hard, I'm tryna live large Grindin' 'til the Bugatti get parked in my garage Got a thick round chick givin' my dick a massage But my iPod playin slow jams at the ?? (Chorus 2x) (Verse 2) Hog life, appetite for mo' I Can't stop all I know is how to go On one like Drizzy, bitches keep me busy Smoke that sticky icky 'til my head get dizzy In the club like "who is she?" I haven't seen her face Hour later, she comin' to see my place That fast in a flash out of blast Titties look pretty with a supersize ass Smash then I dash, only stayin' if she payin' Part time pimp, part time rhyme layin I'm so not, you so soft Boys talkin' down but they don't want it with the boss I got shooters like Dirk, don't miss Cross the line, 3 fingers up, you're hit Make your bitch ass get low like a kick B.H.O. ho we takin over this bitch (Chorus 2x)