Bitches Brewin'

[Hook]

I got these b*tches brewin'

F*ckin' up my gold pots



[Verse 1]

You like my songs, I like your tits

But deep down, I don't really like you b*tch

You got a nice tongue and you wear a nice thong

But b*tch you dumb as f*ck to right from wrong

(Left) You're on my bed, but Simon's red

Now Simon says get the f*ck out my life

Cause you're not my wife, b*tch you're a stand

For this night and you could be a stab for this knife

I'm seventeen, you're twenty-six

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

You dropped outta college, you can't pay sh*t

But I'm broke as f*ck too b*tch, we on the same boat

Where's my inhaler? I think I'm gonna puke

Cause I can't believe I lost my virginity to you

Yeah, you was in it and I was in it too

But I guess I'm just gonna make this fish stew because



[Hook]

I got these b*tches brewin'

F*ckin' up my gold pots



[Verse 2]

B*tch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Booty meets snack, back that ass up

Until you come back up and lick my sack up

I'm Tyler the Creator, hang with thrashers and skaters

I do sound like Darth Vader

But that's not stoppin' me from eatin' your muffin

I think you and your friends

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Cause when I make this stew

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce, because



[Hook]

I got these b*tches brewin'

F*ckin' up my gold pots



[Outro]

I got these b*tches brewin' inside of my gold pots

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

And don't make vibrations stop