Lyrics Sociopath - Pusha T, Kash Doll

Sociopath

My bitch hot like she D-ing up the spot
My bitch hot like she D-ing up the spot
She AP’in, really eatin', niggas watch
My bitch hot like she D-ing up the spot
Keep a lit sixteen, a network of typers
Fuck selling to pipers to get the baby the diapers
Call a bitch Swifter 'cause all she know is swipers
Fuck a rap nigga but she don’t need him to wife her
Benz trucker, all your mans wanna fuck her
She get a nigga cleaned up too, you need a buffer?
Travel out to them islands in Thailand
She don’t know if it’s Lam Van or Lie Van
All she know if it’s my hands it’s pie hands
All she want is the monograms and my bands
Charcuteries (What is charcuteries?)
(Man it’s when you go to yo hotel room and they got the cheese)
(And the fucking pepperoni sliced on the little wood board waiting on you)
New jewelries, new taste level, shit, she be schooling me
I got a bitch that’ll master your card
Nice with the Visas, passports is art
Every page inked up, her and the bitches link up
They think they hear the drum and the machine when it syncs up
Heads bopping, oh boptie bop bop
Who you think showed you that Chanel did the tube socks?
Bussing down watches, rental whips in the garages
She don’t trick but she charges
'Lotta double C’s, double G’s (You know how I do it)
New body-parts, they double-D's (You know how I do it)
The dual exhaust, it’s double V’s (You know how I do it)
You niggas talk, she fucking me
Her mother saying she should be a nurse hurts
But she just worry 'bout who got the purse first
I tried to tell her go to real estate school
She say, «Don't you see these fucking dealer plates, fool?»
«You know the rush it is to know bitches hate you?»
«'Cause they man is locked up but still laced you»
«And you know I need it twice so it takes two»
«Fendi cross-body fanny pack, beige-blue»
I got a bitch that’ll master your card
Nice with the Visas, passports is art
Every page inked up, her and the bitches link up
They think they hear the drum and the machine when it syncs up
Heads bopping, oh boptie bop bop
Who you think showed you that Chanel did the tube socks?
Bussing down watches, rental whips in the garages
She don’t trick but she charges
My bitch hot like she D-ing up the spot
My bitch hot like she D-ing up the spot
She AP’in, really eatin', niggas watch
My bitch hot like she D-ing up the spot