Lyrics:
gold, platinum mouth is shining
Fuck that, my mouth is crying
I speak too much
Give me a tissue, light the fire
Got the matches, gon' match you
wake up, cut my phone on
You finna beat on your lil' bitch, cause she ain't go home
I'm in my bag when I rap, I cut the stove on
I fuck a bitch, no
the beat
Let me set these hoes straight
Not nan bitch can even see me on my worst day
Real bitches fuck with me and I don't give a fuck who don't
Bet that ho
niggas bitch up
When they got in that room, got that fifth from the cops
I had no fifth, or no cop or no opp
Stay out my business, snitchin' niggas get
delusion mixed with chaos mixed with drama off the top
This is written raps to cure the track can't take that all you want
But I know I seen you bitch can't
Valuables taken
See you got took by Satin
And I bet, that your thoughts full of anger
Petty gang banger nickel bag slanger
See you can't touch this
Let alone
Ring on my finger worth about a brick
I don't wanna go I can't smoke in that bitch
Say she gets shy around me
Buss her down like open wide
Fuck her
by these private islands
I don't want your bitch, she got too much mileage
I don't want that girl, she got too much mileage
Damn, huh, shit, I am
Let
like, "Y'all boys, my nigga"
Fuck that, it's Golf, bitch
Doin' it for Yams, ayy, ayy
I used to do it for the grams, ayy, ayy
That's been way before
bitch, Kylie
If I dick her one time, what she gon' buy me?
Come straight out the sky like I'm E.T
Fuck that, bitch, my pinky ring 3D
Young CEO, I could
[Ice Cube]
Ha ha, that's my shit
Turn it up
Uh, yeah
I hear a beat like this, and think about growin' up
House parties, with gang-bangers
I glow, avoid my woes, I brought my bros
But that nina always workin', 'cause I can't fuck with the part-time hoes
My bitch pussy multipurposes,
Aye
Bitch I said I'm the goat you know this
I treat a beat like a boat I rode this
I got this game I'ma load recode this
I got my raps up primary
fuck, I might just stab her, never wife that (wife that)
Bitch, you can get your wife back (yeah)
You pussy nigga cryin' about some hoes, I never liked
This rap shit aint what it used to be
Im a king young homie dont step to me
I'm realist out here you ain't shit to me
Fuck around make me catch
Romeo taught us that we were copycats
In the wrong hood we'd be laying flat Where the daisies at
Tryna to prove ourselves and get a gangsta rap
Coming
over it
I just want to make your day
Wakin up late off a fucked up day
I was in Dogg sippin, straight DoggHouse crippin
Fuck wit us and get that
everything he had off his body
He thought he was lit 'cause he rap (take that off)
Gotta hustle, go get off your back
He broke, go get him a pack
I just
float right by ya
Mmhmm you ain't nobody
Bitch I ain’t come in here to meet nobody
Free all the guys ain’t beat that body
Mmhmm another homi
Kick shit
raps
Right out of my ass
I am free styling but it was not Friday
When I drop that May 10th
Bitch that will be my day
I got good wordplay
Fuck words in
and I don't five a fuck"
I did a record deal I signed a contract
Technically, for Island I can only rap
But fuck that, with Twiztid I'm a still spit
Throw your bag and I keep that bitch full (bitch full)
All about mine and I got it out the mud
'Cause I'm 'bout that ('bout that)
I'm 'bout that
a frown
Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would step so I could
a frown
Who's that nigga there it's Thorough bitch
So don't you clown, the sound and style, of Swisher after Swisher
Oh how I wish ya would step so I could
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