BEN PERRYMAN

Like what it says up there :l

This one is for the boys with the boomin’ system 
Top down, AC with the coolin’ system 
When he come up in the club, he be blazin’ up 
Got stacks on deck like he savin’ up 
And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal 
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill 
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke 
He always in the air, but he never fly coach 
He a mothafuck’n trip trip, sailor on the ship ship 
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip 
That’s the kind of dude I was lookin’ for 
And yes you’ll get slapped if you’re lookin’ hoe 
I said, excuse me you’re a hell of a guy 
I mean my, my, my, my like pelican fly 
I mean, you’re so shy and I’m loving your tie 
You’re like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh 
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the eff I is 
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up