Lyrics:
to east
Your girl looks like a fuckin' beast
Gonna have to check her pussy for yeast
Tommy JJenk he's a cheap slut
Wanted me to beem him 3 bucks
For fucks
and mothers to be by our side
Hey NBC news viewers thanks for
that be me
Destiny’s Child
I beyond slay
Laugh at my pain Kevin hart always
Whthatsat now
Heres a hex Malcom X
By any means necessary
On that Aaliyah (
my money a lot longer
If blooding ain't right than I couldn't be a wronger
I'm a bad muthafucker, be very afraid
Boy this heat will give your ass
Most of these people act more than fucking Will Ferrel
They just want your money so you better be careful
They all mad at me because they're all
lookin' at me?)
And I'm with my honey
(Why you over there lookin' at me?)
You got, you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden
lookin' at me?)
And I'm with my honey
(Why you over there lookin' at me?)
You got, you know, the haters
They wanna be tough guys all of the sudden
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
whoa-oa-oa,
Yeah I got to get it out, yeah I got to get it out
You and me baby seem to be doing no right
Something outside comes along then you got to make
to hear.
See, before my reign, it was the same old same,
"To the ba with the ba", that street-talk game,
So if you ever, let me make this clear,
If you
Sic-Wid-It hoggish
Ball in two-thousand, suckers ain't allowed in
Catch me on the track with the froze up wrists
And I'll be fuckin' they nose, like this
as your waste
I know you from The DSTRKT and you love to be chased
I'm a artsy nigga in the club buying bottles
Surrounded by Instagram models
Rocking Craig
can see my drawers
Let me ball if I can, I know I can-can
If somebody ask you tell 'em that you the man
Congregation expand across thug lands
Built
the big wheel
Let's face facts, I'm not ever gonna waste tracks
So for me to drop some new shit is like a big deal
How I get inspired by my own ideas?
behind me
(Come on)
Lil baby Jesus inside of his mommy
He coming with all power and some force like He's Tommy
It's hard when ya good intentions still
low
Plus cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit
Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit
Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged
low
Plus cooling in Barbados
Ricans be giving me much shit to touch shit
Stay cool papa, see you with enough shit
Back at the lab-a, crack's bagged
yeah
Gotta let these niggas know that finding another me is so rare
Yeah
I'm living my life, I'm loving mine
Can't stop, won't stop til I get right
and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win,
and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win,
he'd seen ten times before
But mostly we'd just let him in for free
And he'd watch five minutes, then he'd come and talk to me
And he'd say,
out
(Bang it out)
Boy, don't "bro" me, you don't know me
(You don't know me)
Used to rob niggas on my lonely
(By my lonely)
Shout out Smitty B, that's
It was Mikey
Had to let em go cause they no longer excite me
Bands was getting low so I had to take a hike
I Just let them go I'll have a new hoe by
Go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, I swear Tommy gon' get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard
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