Sometimes I go to sleep & I cry Asking God "why?" Why all the ugly bitches got the best pussy? & He still ain't decide Sometimes I go to sleep & I cry Asking God "why?" Why all the ugly bitches got the best pussy? & He still ain't decide When I pick her up, windows up Five percent tint Cant nobody see me with this bitch This bitch look ugly on her birthday Tell her she bad all the time But I mean in the worse way God help, man, I think somebody cursed me White Jesus ain't die for this shit Trynna' get her makeup did, the shit ain't work Shit, in my honest opinion it made it worse That pussy feels like heaven But shes no more than a seven Somebody call the reverend I'm going through transgressions That pussy feels like heaven But shes no more than a seven Somebody call the reverend I'm going through transgressions Sometimes I go to sleep & I cry Asking God "why?" Why all the ugly bitches got the best pussy? & He still ain't decide Sometimes I go to sleep & I cry Asking God "why?" Why all the ugly bitches got the best pussy? & He still ain't decide