Sadbid Hours feat. Kanye West by Yung Bidne$$ Cla$$ Lyrics
[Verse 1: Yung Bidne$$ Cla$$]
Diamonds on my wrist be shinin' brightly
Gucci on my hip, that shit is pricey
I met a bitch she wearin' Nikes
I said "You like me?" She said "High key"
They chew my name like its a Starburst
Stay rollin' them trees I call it yard work
Countin' all this cash it make my arms hurt
I guess its up to me to set the bar first
They say "Bidne$$, man, you worth so much"
They say "Bidne$$, man, your car so tough"
They say "You a money makin' machine"
What they don't see is I'm a human being
I still sneeze like a mafucka
I still catch them Z's like a mafucka
Sail the seven seas like a mafucka
Still afraid of bees like a mafucka
Ski like a mafucka, pee like a mafucka
Rainy days I'll watch a DVD like a mafucka
Domino's I cop that extra cheese like a mafucka
Even though it don't agree with me like a mafucka
People say "Bidne$$ you ain't emotional"
I stick my dick inside a glory hole
Cause if I fill up something else
Then I think less and less about the emptiness inside myself
Made so many millions that I forgot how to stay humble
Fucked so many bitches that I often get their names jumbled
I can't fuck with Akon
That man look like a stray dog
I hit your wifey on that iPhone
I hit your wifey with that dry bone
I hit your wifey with that ride home (uh)
I kiss your wifey on the mouth
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Feelin' better than some head on a Sunday afternoon
Better than a chick that say yes too soon
Until you have a daughter that's what I call karma
And you pray to god she don't grow breasts too soon
Projects to' up gang signs is thrown up
Niggas hats broke off, that's how we grow up
Why else you think shorties write rhymes just to blow up?
Get they first car and then IRS show up
He ain't never had shit, but he had that 9
Nigga come through flickin and he had that shine
Put 2 and 2 together and a little bad weather
Gon' be your whole family on that funeral line
Asked the reverend was the strip clubs cool
If my tips helped send a pretty girl through school
That's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey
I ain't in the Klan but I brought my hood with me
Bidne$$!
[Outro: Young Bidne$$ Cla$$]
People say "Bidne$$ you ain't emotional"
That's why I stick my dick inside a glory hole
I gotta feel that shit, I gotta feel that shit
I'm dyin' to feel that shit
I put my dick inside it [inaudible] dick inside it
That's why I gotta put my dick inside a Betty Crocker
I don't really get it, thousands on a Bentley
And I gotta put my dick inside a Betty Crocker
You've changed. [x9]
Help me. [x8]
Diamonds on my wrist be shinin' brightly
Gucci on my hip, that shit is pricey
I met a bitch she wearin' Nikes
I said "You like me?" She said "High key"
They chew my name like its a Starburst
Stay rollin' them trees I call it yard work
Countin' all this cash it make my arms hurt
I guess its up to me to set the bar first
They say "Bidne$$, man, you worth so much"
They say "Bidne$$, man, your car so tough"
They say "You a money makin' machine"
What they don't see is I'm a human being
I still sneeze like a mafucka
I still catch them Z's like a mafucka
Sail the seven seas like a mafucka
Still afraid of bees like a mafucka
Ski like a mafucka, pee like a mafucka
Rainy days I'll watch a DVD like a mafucka
Domino's I cop that extra cheese like a mafucka
Even though it don't agree with me like a mafucka
People say "Bidne$$ you ain't emotional"
I stick my dick inside a glory hole
Cause if I fill up something else
Then I think less and less about the emptiness inside myself
Made so many millions that I forgot how to stay humble
Fucked so many bitches that I often get their names jumbled
I can't fuck with Akon
That man look like a stray dog
I hit your wifey on that iPhone
I hit your wifey with that dry bone
I hit your wifey with that ride home (uh)
I kiss your wifey on the mouth
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Feelin' better than some head on a Sunday afternoon
Better than a chick that say yes too soon
Until you have a daughter that's what I call karma
And you pray to god she don't grow breasts too soon
Projects to' up gang signs is thrown up
Niggas hats broke off, that's how we grow up
Why else you think shorties write rhymes just to blow up?
Get they first car and then IRS show up
He ain't never had shit, but he had that 9
Nigga come through flickin and he had that shine
Put 2 and 2 together and a little bad weather
Gon' be your whole family on that funeral line
Asked the reverend was the strip clubs cool
If my tips helped send a pretty girl through school
That's all I want, like winos want they good whiskey
I ain't in the Klan but I brought my hood with me
Bidne$$!
[Outro: Young Bidne$$ Cla$$]
People say "Bidne$$ you ain't emotional"
That's why I stick my dick inside a glory hole
I gotta feel that shit, I gotta feel that shit
I'm dyin' to feel that shit
I put my dick inside it [inaudible] dick inside it
That's why I gotta put my dick inside a Betty Crocker
I don't really get it, thousands on a Bentley
And I gotta put my dick inside a Betty Crocker
You've changed. [x9]
Help me. [x8]