Lyrics:
Diamond:
I'm about to stomp this motherfucker for ever mentioning my name
So by the end of this sixteen you know exactly where I came.
I'm the chick
Do it like kit kats I'll break em' half again
Who's gon' be laughing then
They all get mad that I'm passing em'
Dollars keep stacking em'
Look at my
David
The musician was King David
The musician was King David
That's your genius
The rest is human relations, human relations
We definitely need help with
Crist, shoot dice, fuck hoes, for life
This is for my chicks that get dough for takin' off they clothes
All them money makin' honeys that slide down
realizing that I cant
Look watermelon good
Yea it smacktaious
I feel sorry for the dudes who you last dated
Lil mama i can't even lie you my favorite favorite
remember what you like (mmm, yeah)
So tell them chicks to step off 'cause I fill your appetite (mmm)
And I'm the only woman who gon' do it like you like
gimme a second?
Send the sept baby cheques
By the illions, thank ya
Gotta ball wit' my chick
Least Imma make her mine
Flashy, she already fine
Dappa, ya
of distracting kids
Like back inna day, I was Locking lips
On the highschool stage, Wit my soccer chick
(That’s on the highschool stage wit my soccer chick)
Used
you're tired of being that chick on the side
You wanna be the only girlfriend
You wanna be the one to say, ohh, ohh
The only one they bring it home
I just laugh at yo' face
Blow a stack on David, 'cause I'ma pyro
Maniac from carriage, wit' the Rolls Gold
I was told by the O.G.'s like my Pops
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
asylum in the countries that you fly me
And carry all of your guilt in designers bags that you buy me, David
I ain't askin' you to be someone you wasn't
Raw, the one, like five divided by four (uh)
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely
how a rapper that's intelligent sound
Who done mastered rap
To smash a cat on SMACK
I've been fiendin' since the Dizaster match
Your swagger rap is
that bad chick? That's all me I be in it
From the front and from the back
I say this and she do that
I step in, they like "Who dat?"
That's Meek Milli
school. I got a
Chick Magnet. I got science on my side. I got a
Chick Magnet. It's horseshoe-shaped, and it's two feet wide. I got a
Chick Magnet. Well
work
Driving down I seventy five 'bout to hop on six ninety six
I look over this fucking chick's tryna fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you ain't
matter who you are
The chick from the ghetto or the superstar
I need a special girl
A soldier that would ride for me
And die for me and be everything I
flowin' like Sosa
And a Latin chick transportin' in the chocha
Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober
Flexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota
swerving for?
Look, I be with that nigga from New Orleans
Who be asking if you heard me
Even though he wasn't talking
Seen a straight chick do some
Dyke shit
gotta be the same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan they run for cover
New 'cause this bitch that I
road I’m back and forth tryna change mans point of view
I did what I'm supposed to do
Then I went back to the rendezvous
Who’s on me
That don’t matter
even knows me
I try to be myself
But that shit seems so fuckin’ phony
Its bologna
How alone he is
I say to the mirror
I’m talking to myself
Cuz ain’t
I said I need a chick to pea an smash So I can call her humus
Bad bitches on my line who wanna Make me bust quick
Can't hang around if that booty
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