A.R.A.B.

[Verse 1: Paxquiao]
Old ratchet ass bitch ridin' 'round with a forty in her purse
Ridin' top down on the vert
She gon' hold it down, she at work
In the club with the fire under her skirt
You know I love that
I'ma pick up the phone and shawty pull up where the club at
She can make it clap and keep a strap and she gon' bust that
She down, yes, she sit at the house and she hold down them pounds, yes
And that shit get wet wet, make a nigga drown, yes

[Verse 2: Tokyo Vanity]
Pray to God that I never let a lame nigga fuck me and duck me
'Cause I'ma send them shots where his dome be
Probably give some play to his homie
Ain't never sucked no dick but I let a nigga dome me (You dig?)
This ass real fat, sit on my pack and my purse
I got my forty and this scale and this pack
And we all in the club, bitch, I smuggled in them straps
And I came with twelve niggas and they're screamin' out, "Slatt"

[Verse 3: Paxquiao]
Ayy, young nigga ridin' 'round with lot of blue hundreds
Blue cheese, forty on me, dare a nigga do somethin'
Shawty love me but she don't trust me
All this money that I'm throwin' make 'em wanna fuck me
I ball like rugby
Southside shit, got these niggas scared 'cause my side shot
Hangin' out the window with that fire shit
Gang bangin', twisted fingers all up in they face
Chain swinging, I ain't thinkin' 'bout how much I spent today

[Verse 4: Tokyo Vanity]
Have my money when I land, bitch, I ain't here for all that talkin'
Got busy in the Beamer, if you fidget then he chalk you
Gettin', big, dawg, should've never barked
Keep a pint of that red, my nigga Lenny call it Clarky
My daddy smoke that white, bitch, we call it Kelly Clarkson
I heard you on that Lizzy, you a J, bitch, get to walkin'
Old bum ass nigga
I finesse you out them racks, old dumb ass nigga
Cheddar bob ho, why you got that gun ass nigga
You ain't even in no smoke, got 'em for fun ass nigga

[Verse 5: Paxquiao]
I'm just a ratchet ass nigga, love that hood shit
I make her go brazy, say she hate me, give her good dick
Freak ho, shoot a nigga ass like a freak, though
No you cannot have my kids, bitch, but I can nut up on them cheeks, though

[Verse 6: Tokyo Vanity]
I never been the type to compete with no bitch
While y'all was gettin' flips, bitch, I had dreams of gettin' rich
Ain't goin' back and forth with no bitch that's switchin' fits
Who you with? You an opp, bitch, our hoes be clit to clit
Pray to God that I never let a lame nigga fuck me
You a dusty, don't touch me
Talkin' all that cap, I'ma have to call your bluff, B
Finesse you out that guap but you still can't fuck me

[Outro: Paxquiao & Tokyo Vanity]
On Piru (Bitch)
He trippin'
I told him, "Do not fuck a cheap ho, you hear me?"
These bitches mad, slatt