Lyrics:
us
Niggas want beef, but I just be laughing at niggas like they bob’s burgers
Now why they wanna act like that
Like a boss nigga ain’t up next
Got
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday
Shaggy alongside Bob Sinclar
The lovely Sahara
ha ha ha ha
Ladies lets make love on the dancefloor
I wanna feel
I wanna hold
I wanna touch
tell me I don't give a fucc
I asked her how she know that
Cause you know we go way bacc Like a Cadillac on four flats
She say I be out hoeing
I keep
a smidget
If you want beef then we can supersize it
Freshman in the game
So they wanna haze me like my name Isaac
I killed the beat and dig a
Ditch just
In Hollywood they have a different language that they speak
It's spoken by those folks who went to school for just one week
It's found inside
She wanna cuff
(She wanna cuff)
But I don't got time for it
She want a Birkin
But she don't deserve it
I gave her that Tom Ford
hah
I gave her that Tom
Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' off Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's
like Bob Ross
I'm painting a picture like Bob Ross
Just another day
Believe me when I say
I'm tired of this shit
Yeah I just wanna go away
I do not wanna
this'll be the year that we won't forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
to hell
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my way to hell
Oh, please be
Jackie
Fat rope chains and I think that's wacky
Tom and Dick wanna be like Harry
Little do they know he's bitin' off Barry
Stan was a scam, but Vinnie's
Shorts covered up with lil' hearts
Her partner got 'em laced
Cut right below the waist
You can tell they got taste by they ensemble
One like to salsa,
don't play
B-, you think you saw this basket first?
You're a- backwards like motherf- Bob and Silent Jay
Illest sh- you could think I would say
Mind's
I'm duckin' the lard
I've been goin' straight since seventy-eight
So what? I wanna live, I don't wanna be late
I head em comin' at me
Runnin' fast
of school (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I admit that I wasn't that cool (I wasn't)
I admit that I just feel like retiring (I, yeah)
I admit that I just don't feel
on
Don't wanna look at me y'all crazy
Alpha Omega, the NRBO baby
I'm so authentic that they don't think your boy did it
They must be at their nooders that
a feelin'
Uncle Sam be gat Uncle Tom
And when it comes to drugs
Uncle Tom gotta bomb
Can I get a pop
Till the motherfuckers stop
Sellin' nat shit
That
pretending, is that a problem
Going up with no help, change the game like Steph
First name AJ but my last name Hef (my last name Hef UH)
I got a lil bitch
walk around here like
You wanna be someone else
Y'all sing
I know that you don't know
It, but you're fine, so fine
Oh girl I'm gonna show you when
grandpappy
flashbacks of money in my mattress flip it over now you see how i'm packing
had a love for mathematics wanna play then buy madden
proud
Raye Hef
Raye Hef
As I slide through the east side lil bitch had hit my line
By my side since like knee high we link from time to time
Got a text say
Fabo
I feel like Fabo, I feel just like Fabo
I'm back at it, Juug man voice (Yung Ralph)
Bankhead
Hear my song way from Y-T-C-R-O-B-S-M-M, now we YSL
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