Big Emblem Benz - Father

Nigga born of sin

Can u bring a friend?

Bitch I hate all ya friends

Sack chasing bitches

Always tried to play match maker wit cha

While I sat around and stacked paper

Bitch scrutinizing me «ooh she out your league»

Push her out her seat

And piss on her

Lick it up, it’s a diuretic

There’s niggas I’d wish would die already

Pull up to your funeral

In the uniform I left the club in

Man purse with a fuckin snub in it

Yo Atlanta I don’t get no love in it

I just get racks return and rub it in

Rub her pussy then I buss up in it

Keep the baby got enough to spend

Keep ya bitch we ain’t gone fuck again

If she fuck again that’s yo luck my friend

Big emblem Benz (aye)

Ridin wit no tint (ya)

Bitch hair did (laid)

Blowin in the wind (ya)

Highway to hell (okay)

Nigga born of sin

Can u bring a friend?

Bitch I hate all ya friends

La-la-la-la-la

Thumb through the check

La-la-la-la-la

These hoes is waitin

Big emblem Benz (aye)

Ridin wit no tint (ya)

Bitch hair did (laid)

Blowin in the wind (ya)

Highway to hell (okay)

Nigga born of sin

Can u bring a friend?

Bitch I hate all ya friends

Big emblem Benz (aye)

Ridin wit no tint (ya)

Bitch hair did (laid)

Blowin in the wind (ya)

Highway to hell (okay)

Nigga born of sin

Can u bring a friend?

Bitch I hate all ya friends

La-la-la-la-la

Thumb through the check

Ya ya aye ya yo okay let’s get it lets get it

Big emblem Benz ya

Big emblem Benz aye

Ridin wit no tint

Gimme more I want more

Gimme more I want more

Big emblem Benz aye

Ridin wit no tint

Gimme more I want more

I want more I want more