Slaughterhouse - The Best lyrics

See, I don't know what the fuck

Fuck you mean nigga
You fucking with them lame bitches
The chick I'm with know that I'm so fly
In order to ride this dick
She'll probably need a plane ticket
My con don't die
We could chuck, we move to Miami, we get a
Condo by some water if I go tomorrow
Bitch I'll finally know I'm mortal
Shit I still get surprised by the
Sight of my own blood
I stood in front of the judge so much
I won't judge
And I'd rather be wanted in six
Carrying a body than snitch
I let a reverend read me lines
I'd rather beat the body than to be a body
I swear, to father time
Bеfore I'm judged by 12 like 11: 59 i kill
I feel
I am еvery women livings guilty pleasure
But the pleasure's all mine
Bitches hate my wifey cause she
Living with a living legend

They call me Nickle Nina, the best
This ain't none of them you fucking with
The best
You against me than you opposite, the best
No need to get a glimpse man, my bitch
The best
Competition don't want none of this, the best
You gon order forty bottles get, the best
Which one of you bitches sucking dick
The best leave them corny ngas where they
At you with the Slaughterhouse!

I got a few of em on the phone
Come through when I'm alone some titties
Maybe no panties and Uber to get em home