The Kissing Company

Bitch if you know what's best hang up the call
Fuck what you know; fuck the law. I'm above it all
I'm bad, like Babylon, the start of the fall
When someone utters daddy, you know who to call
Okay, it's time to pay up
Let me see what you brought in today-uh
Bitch this ain't all, don't play
I don't know who you were with but it's big pimpin' today
Coke I devour, so cold my soul is sour
Someone please hand me the powder
Bitch you pretty, but I got a big stable
And your from the ittie bittie committie
You fucking with a big label, I'm a true story, not a fable
Now yous a lil bitch, run off this is grown folk table
And if you come back, I'll leave a scar from your chest to your naval
And that's my particular type of brand
Understand I'm daddy, even though you have a man
Know where you stand
When the phone ring, your at my command
Bitch, do you wanna make some real motherfucking money
On Monday you can start working for my Kissing company
They call me Lovers, smooth like Butters
And I don't be playing, you know what I'm saying