Lyrics:
(Woah)
(Yeah-Aye)
Why you think I give a fuck?
Getting dissed by some leaches who love to make songs on their phones
Lukky, You ran out of Luck
Let's
white trash
Miss me with the bullshit, get frisbee'd right back
I know Many Men who'd hit you with Fifty by chance
A bunch of conniving cons that are
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
and prices of them bows, I learned that game from him and Lo
Remember me, you Quitta at your Gma crib blowing smoke
Now when I drive by the crib, hand out
the game is
The same as, My name is
By Marshall
It was partial for my sparkle
Get a part two when I spot you
Be like statues when I catch you
Or shaking like
appreciate you bitches for
Keeping me relevant talk all you want drank all I want
How can I not make you niggas regret how can
I not go and get me a check how
give a fuck
Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
Nigga, tell me how you want it
How do you want it? (tell me)
How does it feel?
Comin' up
give a fuck
Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
Nigga, tell me how you want it
How do you want it? (tell me)
How does it feel?
Comin' up
nights
I feel like I never even lived to begin
Who am I? I should end it
What do you want from me
I can never make you happy
I'm sorry but it's all I can
how to, you taught me how to get it
This concrete jungle make a nigga lose faith
Forgetting that I'm spinning in space
In space, in space, in space,
I feel I'm being followed by my Vodacom app
I can't focus, I've gone bogus. But you would think that Marshall & Shawn wrote this
No matter how
swagger actors win it all, but this?
Not a chart no latter, dark so daggered
Why do nigga artists do this with me?
Man it make me feel so good when they
make the trunk go "eh-eh"
But it ain't 'bout that
It's about gettin' whatchu gettin' and drivin' all back here
Big fellas (six fellas)
Half of me
and break 'em down
If you want I can serve 'em by the pound
Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip
Baby girl tell me you can handle it
Well, if you want it
please me
Me ah keep it real so you keep it real
Cah the love mi feel fi you baby
(stand by mi side)
Mi love baby, gyal make show how you love mi
Don't
DoorDash
You really think you fuckin' with
Hitman? You sure Cass'?
Diz', Goodz, Ars', me
How the fuck you gonna weather the storm?
I'm just judgin off your
Marshall Mathers, Eminem, I call him the goat
You know Jason don't miss so I had to come and set the tone
I'm really sliding on these beats, why they hate
This makes me wanna smash my head against the window
(Hm, Yeah, Yeah)
One two three four
Alright alright alright
Its time for our next guest, who is
Pull up on me
You know you gotta
Aye, pull up on me if you really with it
She say I rarely call or text, I know it's been a minute
And I'll admit it,
wanna test the mental, the truth is
Naughty by Nature makes that feel good music
(It feels good, yeah) it feels good to you (good to you)
Let me see
Sit down
You're now about to witness
The variety of the underground
Where
Different sounds and ideas
Develop day by day
And everything feels stuck
In
murder murder (Murdah)
Murder, murder (Murdah)
Mental disorder makes me a human hoarder
(Hoarder) make you a human martyr (Martyr)
I'm a human mortar
you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so
these nails, when I am stopping your talk
Cuz I am bomb like I'm formed by Robert Oppenheimer
No benign talks, till I cause you fuckers fear me
Can't do
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