Funny - Slim Thug

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

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

Hog life, appetite for mo'

I Can’t stop all I know is how to go

One 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