Слова:
Lil Wyte Phinally Phamous

[Chorus:] bald head hoes, i see some bald head hoes, erry where i go i see some bald head hoes. Bald head hoes, i see some bald head hoes, gossipin' talkin

da other perpatraders Better be packin' they pistols, 'cuz I got pencils for pussies Packin' some big utin'les off the hizzle I'll put this thrizzle right between both yo wizzle This is Lil

Start this night out right so I don't fall on my face I got some red necks wit me ready to get drunk and shot da gauge They got 6 shots of Tequila and

a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch If he actin' like a bitch, we gon' treat 'em like a bitch Check it out at a brutal scene, Lil Wyte lighted with

and rep my Memphis Pop my pill and smoke all my d-ro Be fucked up all in public Fallin' down on crackers and negros Oh, you think you know Little Wyte

she feelin' me Listin to good ol' boys I guess she stole her grand sons CD Yo momma, tellin' you you need to be more like Little Wyte Yo daddy, askin

[Lil Wyte - Talking] Wassup with y'all? I'ma take this time right now, to thank the men, Paul and Juicy for making all this possible you know what I'm

nobody knows If you ridin' with someone you know and they turn up this song You ridin' with a mother fucker they think I did 'em wrong Consequences come to those who chose to fuck with Lil Wyte

2 door cut with flippy flop on the paint looking like a bag of skittles that will make you wan't to faint eyes cocked ass drop when pulled up on the set