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Theodore Roosevelt
It's a television show ladies and gentlemen!
Here we go!
C'mon, here we go, c'mon
This one's for the boys and the girls on the streets
Make sure you listen careful to the words I speak
Before you get the drawers and the bitch wanna eat
Make sure you let her know to sign the pussy receipt, and
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (C'mon!)
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (And you!)
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (Say what?)
Greedy bitches, yo the hoes ate the Oreos
Word to my momma yo I hate y'all greedy bitches
Y'all greasy after the club want the piece of chicken
Hotel rooms you better not touch the phone
Uh-uh, leave that room service book alone
Don't ask me for food I ain't ask you
Cut through the bullshit, you can just pass the Pooh
And your fat friend you brought she can crash too
But if your stomach growling hard I'mma laugh boo
No Domino's, Papa Johns or Waffle House
Fronting on the pussy you can throw the dick in your mouth
Straight cock where in the hall show this other twat
In trife room where them other ho bitches flock
Wigs got it popping, the lils went bird shopping
He got bird seeds, he's probably getting head bopping
Fucking with you yo I hope you ain't cock blocking
I want some pussy now, if not you can get the hopping
Bounce, motherfuckers talking like they ain't giving up no pussy
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (C'mon!)
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (And you!)
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (Say what?)
Greedy bitches, yo the hoes ate the Oreos
Yo this is for them greedy bitches, who want eat off my buck
You get 99 bananas cause you fresh out of luck
I wanna fuck, and you trying to get a sirloin steak
Little money, backstage pass and some Oreo cake
You better split if them legs don't spread like wings
This is Theodore, we more than just suicide kings
Super groupie, that G on your chest stand for greedy
Call the contact high cause we always bake ziti
Roll the gurders, you just wan' puff and sleep
Not in my bed I'm trying to put nut in your cheek
Little squirrel, my twat team stay on alert
I pump iron til them pink panties under your skirt
Watch how they scheme, my double stuffed cream
Got 'em all on a scavenger hunt, greedy bitch of the month
They wanna take but when it's time to give pussy they front
You can't play your boy Wigs like I'm some kind of chump
That's right, get 'em outta here, yo Tone!
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (C'mon!)
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (And you!)
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (Say what?)
Greedy bitches, yo the hoes ate the Oreos
Yo, yo, I get butter nigga like Land O' Lake
When bitches see me, they be quick to pump they brakes
But wait, before we fuck, let's make it clear
If you ask me for a dime, get the fuck outta here!
Ayo, broke nigga, no bitch, you got it wrong
I'm still spending, from Red and Meth's sitcom
What you doing, stripping, grabbing on Ron?
I bet your momma proud of what you become
I'm on the block getting it, hip hop getting it
Blunts Scott Pippen it, new five whipping it
Shorty like "Redman, buy me a cigarette"
Trying to get me robbed at the store where her knickers at
Greedy bitch, hoods up, hoes down
Get money like Barry, looking for Motown
And if I'm in your hood bitch, high as a fuck
Clock the flavor all you want, your time is up
Bitch!
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (C'mon!)
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (And you!)
Greedy bitches, greedy greedy bitches (Say what?)
Greedy bitches, yo the hoes ate the Oreos
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