Lyrics:
use autotune
But they still be tuning in automatically
(Damn) hitman said, "Cass
Sign a autograph for me" and Tory corny
Using my own lines to battle me
Sweet Tooth
Verse:
My bih bad but she do me good good
Lips like Megan good
Kiss me like you want to fuck me like you should
Wish a Nigga would
Imma
I got a bad b in my dms
She's on me
Remember back then
When the gyaldem didn't want me
Now I got no time for a girl
Darling I'm sorry
I had to switch
Huh?
Why y'all gotta be mad at me?
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
Top down, shirt open 'cause I'm hot now
Hunnid K for the smile, quit the hatin'
Ayy
Where them girls at?
It's that time bad bitch show some thighs
Megan knees
Watch me drop it low buss it wide
Bestie with me showing out
Thats my
(This song is by Ray Wylie Hubbard)
He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name's Betty Lou Thelma Liz
And he's not responsible for what he's
(This song is by Ray Wylie Hubbard)
He was born in Oklahoma
And his wife's name's Betty Lou Thelma Liz
And he's not responsible for what he's
On the north side of the county line
The family name's gone straight to hell
But their football teams the holy grail
Two DUI's for Liz this year
But her daddy
Breaking every heart I see
To cover the scars on me
Just too many mouths to feed
Can't keep up with the upkeep
The roster too bad even for me
Might just cut
This for days I was trying to get by
Scraping up money just trying to get fly
Way too up for you to fuck with my vibe
Grind to get a grip grip grip
Gotta
winning, remember that's that side you chose
I don't know why she wanna choose me, she know I'm no good
Check the gram, go by no love Z, this bitch
a drought
Plug send em in and we dishing em out
You really a fan and but you dissing for clout
Ask about me in the streets and these niggas gone vouch
Used
and forget em
I'm doing hits by myself throwing deadies
Stomp a hoe she'll never forget me
Big muthafucking Henny hoe
Stop playing with me lame ass bitches for
Woah, huh
All my Skullgirls do no talking
If you ain't for the action keep walking
Grab the girl by her horns now she honking
I don't give a (I don't
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
a 6 9
With a night scoop doing drive by in the tahoe
My real ones gonna ride or die them fake ones
Taking em for a ride told you once don't trust
Like
truck
Now that I'm up they say zay you ain't really hood
Nigga I gotta bad bitch she shaped just like Megan Good
We be by the palm trees I stuff exotic in
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
wanna leave you for me cause she know that a young nigga ball like the Magic
Niggas don’t want no problems with me cause my bro keep the strap and you
Get you rich for the night sab hai overpriced
Cartier on your wrist
Issa good time
Ahh
Kaha reh ti can i pull up by
Got a hotel room
Lets get
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
fuck me but I'm down for my one
Clap backs, snap backs, all I know
When you grew up this way it's like second nature
Constantly surrounded by all
workin, wanna do me all the time
Everybody think she sweet but d-d-dick be on her mind
Ooh, nasty but classy, she get nasty for zaddy (yeah)
Put it
telling me to conquer my demons
How that work, usually it's the other way around
There they lurk, waiting for me to be another that they found
Takin a perc
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