Lyrics:
(yeaaa)
[Verse 2]
Uh
Yo its funny how ya money pow all of a sudden surrounded by these funny style chics getting money now bitch had a hunnit
Thou
(Verse 1)
I was motivated by Scherff, now I'm killin every verse
Remember when they hated, now my album on they shirt
I got different flows, this
You said you're gonna get up off the couch
(you won't)
You said you're gonna put an album out
(you won't)
You said you're gonna go out on a limb
(you
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
Speak on it man
Verse 1-Fat Joe
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
it off
(No they are saying you cannot do it)
Take that shit off, lipstick and all girl
(Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in
3 chainz, owww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter 'bout what just happened
Fingers
Every arena I'm a pop
Every time my album drop
I'm going to have a crowed
In the parking lot
Girls with posters screaming loud
Paparazzi running wild
in my soul
Every single thing I touch might fuck around turn gold
And every single chic I hit gone say I took her soul
No I did not choose this life I
losing it for a minute
Promoted thе cynical tenet and then submitted
Thermobaric albums and nobody wanna listen
He will not forget being
Vetted and being
the bottom
Now we headed to the top
Our new album dropped
And all the pressure's off
Like Geno I'm written off
But I didn't write back it takes more to set me
RELENTLESS!
Album done, so now It’s a Wrap!
Another genre that takes me back
Bear with my accent, I have no choice
Wish I could sound like Melle Mel,
Operator
Ayy
Shop play dine my funties
All alone or my friends wit' me
Perfect birthday by accident
Album cover that's the reference
Let's get this
you got Proof
Phonies watch me get dark like Goki
Tomme got ya girl all soapy
Facetime dat look closely
Stoner chic wrap that slowly if you Got packs
I dedicate this album
To my wife
Tina
Never upset cause I set the goal high
Never slept on the dream you said go try
Go fly you said go high every
it off
(No they are saying you cannot do it)
Take that shit off, lipstick and all girl
(Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha
it off
(No they are saying you cannot do it)
Take that shit off, lipstick and all girl
(Well let's talk about the album) Get naked baby damn ha ha
back kick off your shoes
And relax just a little bit and listen to our latest album
And if you'll like it tell us about it won't you
And we'll try to do
Where it went
If you don't stand up you ain't no thug
If I fall right now
Tell me who's gonna be my crutch
Man it's so hard
Got laid off from my job
on some other shit
No I mean another chic
Pillow talk smother shit
Waiting on the mothership
Swallow bitch guzzle it
Shut up bitch muzzle it
Fuck the subtle
for relieving
Tell me why these thots keep catching feelings
I've been on the grind from early
Tryna be rich by the time I'm 30
Got a chic on my line
town, we can kick it at your friend's house
Off the Rossi, kick it with the posse
I'm trynna slide girl it's just like hockey
[Hook]
I come rumba rumba
I'm a real Trench Baby for this shit
Real trench baby wit this shit
Trenches baby, fucking wit this hoe I met from Chic Fil A
Sidestroke, it was 4am
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