A$AP Rocky - D.M.B.

Yeah
Fake homies do turn to fake phony dudes
Let me find out that you phony, too, yeah
Fake homies do turn to fake—

Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Eat my bitch, hold my gun
Load it up, count my slugs
(Dats my bitch) Yeah, they don't know nothin'
Roll my blunt, eat my bitch (Dats my bitch)
They don't know nothin'
Roll my blunt, fill my cup (Dats my bitch)
(Dats my bitch) They don't know nothin'
Roll my blunt, fill my cup
Eat my bitch, rub my gut
Rub your butt, be my slut
Beat my cunt, yeah, so what
Fuck dem hoes (Dats my bitch)
They don't know nothin'
Fuck they talking 'bout? (Dats my bitch)
'Cause they don't know nothin'

Time to call it what it was
First I thought it wasn't nothin'
Probably think I want to hit and run
Bad girls wanna have fun
I don't want no goodie two-shoes, no nun
I ain't no priest, I ain't gon' preach
I don't want no goodie-goodie, but she still praise Jesus