Lyrics:
the yapping where I'm we do it DON'T TALK ABOUT IT
where I'm we do it DON'T TALK ABOUT IT where I'm we do it DON'T TALK ABOUT IT
I ain't come here to play with
a bullet proof vest
They call me cock-weasel but I, still cave a chest
I don't wear Jheri curls' 'cause I'm not from the West
No disrespect to the West,
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
a bullet proof vest
They call me cock-weasel but I, still cave a chest
I don't wear Jheri curls' 'cause I'm not from the West
No disrespect to the West,
bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up
I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (show up)
When you talk to me, please don't
with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I
to me
My lil twin, my ecstasy
Used to rep me, bump Think of Me
Now it's all jokes, what's left for me?
And when you talk about me
Are you embarrassed?
white
I might just break em off, when I come dripped out right
Im talkin shoes by Hirachi, shirts by Versace
Hoes they gone watch me, but they all wanna
with old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nothin' wrong, so snap your head to the song
Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Louis Armstrong
And I
, like you did before.
Said come on baby you think I'm so blind
I see what you're doing behind my back all the time
I get suspicious when you call me
the decline
Don't look at me I'm not ready
Don't talk to me I might break
Don't say anything it hurts me
Don't do anything that would take effort
Please look
5, Nina Simone s***
Donny Hathaway, O'Jays, with some Ray Charles
Sipping chardonnay, old Ye, Louis Armstrong
Let me talk about
Let me talk about this
shit
Donny Hathaway, O'Jays, with some Ray Charles
Sipping chardonnay, old 'Ye, Louis Armstrong
Let me talk about
Let me talk about this love like
Yeah
dogs like I'm making Chinese, food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself
Not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty
Tell niggas stop playing with me
Bitch I'm a big stepper
Gucci, Louis, Prada for the drip
Ohh yeah this big pressure,
Broski put a stamp on all his
the nuts
A .45 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
I don't toot my own horn
said damn today, my beeper keeps on buzzing
Men are calling every hour, on the hour
By the dozen so a piece of advice, that were
Don't try to talk to me
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
What you know about that? [Repeat: x3]
Don't you know I got
Key by the three when I chirp shawty chirp back
Louis nap
don't care
Give an excuse, it's alright
I'm losing my mind
MAGLO I need help
I can't seem to get off the beat, I'm killing myself
Please get me some meds
Armstrong
We've come so far as emcee's
Round of applause or bust it off just make it clap please
I'm so past just trying to be the favourite
You're nobody
back when I used to smoke, I would steal the shit out of your cigarettes
I love you, I'm sorry about that
But, you remember, always you would let me
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
with me
And turn me back to the old me
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
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