Lyrics:
(Wanna stay my g)
Fresh up out the city (Out the city)
Yeah she wanna roll with my committee (Out the city)
Yeah she know we litty (Know we litty)
Yeah she
I like the women with the brown areolas
I like the women with the brown areolas
I like the women with the brown areolas
Brown areolas
Brown areolas
I
that he's wit me
I whip through the city
I whip through the city
Know who I lean on cause God's the committee
I wonder what we make at 50 or 60
I whip
girls beaming, sometimes I can't even believe what I'm seeing
If it's good for them cool, you like it,
I luv it, social media's got genies in a bottle
older women dig me
Fucking women that knew Biggie so
We really ain't no biggie
It's just OVO and XO and Freebandz of committee
And shout out
older women dig me
Fucking women that knew Biggie so
We really ain't no biggie
It's just OVO and XO and Freebandz of committee
And shout out
and parted.
I meet a woman on the plane. She is for women's rights. Her husband
is picking her up at the airport. Where are you going? We'll give you a ride.
Flawless bitches say "Hey, what's up M.I.A.?"
It's for the women and of course Beyoncé
Baddygirl baddygirl, bad-a-bad-a-bad-a-baddygirl
Goodygirl
while jealous women frownin
Women battlin, women can't stay legit
Cause if they want the king's favor, got to work hard for it
Now the godly women with
Ruza, this is Alice Paul from the suffrage movement
Suffrage is votes
For women
I'm Polish, not stupid
Look
I want no part of your polite little
You and I, 'til the day we die (Trackmasters)
Yo, yo
Ex-girlfriend, how you been?
I see you still tryna fuck with other women's men
Remember
a long time coming
Holding off for the right timing
Patiently waiting I had to remind 'em
I saw 'em reclining
Heard 'em declining
They changed like
while jealous women frownin
Women battlin, women can't stay legit
Cause if they want the king's favor, got to work hard for it
Now the godly women with
even got me for my swag
Copywritten errything I had
For the women who be mad
Anything you need you can just ask
Imma keep it real and imma add
What I got
she's in a a coma junkie for a woman
Belly for a bag and I'm about go to see Sosa
Got it in the bag, getting money like the ace
Everybody startin black
your guns
And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won
Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads
Crowd your Rap City committee like
a vigil for the mourn, you still couldn't hold a candle
To what I did on wax before ever signing contracts
No numbers by memory, no contacts
And you
Or I'm gonna watch it slip downstream
See a guy from a festival committee with a wimpy handshake told me
“Maybe oughta play it a little straighter in your
I'll make it back
My life is gettin' them rack
Fuck it I'll flip me a stack
My girl getting some taxes
Government paying for that
I got 'em on payroll
Vagueness, the notebooks has turned into yellow and they're still empty
There's no mood for the pen because we have a screen
Our problem is in our
she glasses and women asses is what made men jack asses
Everything including your company jacket
And niggas asses for your ransom
And next thing
Yo I'm happy to be in the south
To set off my tour in the countryside
But who better to set it off for me than this man right here
Yo this Kenny
Ay, motherfucker
Yo, funk doc, my man musiq, check it out
It's the doctor Bombay, da yellow hombre
Spotted like kwame for smackin' a blind date
Ayyy, motherfucker..,
Yo, Funk Doc, my man Musiq, check it out (AOWWW!)
It's the Doctor Bombay, da yellow hombre
Spotted like Kwame for
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