Lyrics:
on me
Referee (Referee)
You forgot the whistle
That was a Flagrant foul
Man stop the game
He's tryna break my knee (Tryna break my knee)
Yeah I'm that
contest I'm the one
Not gonna stop until I'm done
Got a problem don't want none
Take it back like water guns
Ratchet when I pop my gum
Got the smoke for
me doin' good, they be in distress
They wanna see me fall, these hoes big pressed
Scoring points, I'm a referee
Put my money where my mouth is, ain't
that lives up inside
And we never gone stop
You can catch me with my folks, ah ah ah
We gone' flect (Yeah yeah) No contest (Yeah yeah)
You can run if
tryna win a contest for sure
Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it
How the booty shake
Show you how to shake it
See the booty shake
See the booty shake
Like
They can't stop - us - now
They will never get a chance
Boy your love ain't sitting on a bench
Oh my head twirling like a dance oh oh
Tippy toeing
on their head tops
Police pass through, don't even try and stop it
'Cause they know who is running it
Send for the suru board
Lala give it to me
head
These melodies
No place for regret
My motivation's in formation
Mama told me never wither 'cause you're single
Ain't a contest, keep it honest, keep
tryna win a contest for sure
Oh, I'mma show you how to shake it
How the booty shake
Show you how to shake it
See the booty shake
See the booty shake
Like
No contest bitch stop debating
Ain't chasing shit that's overrated
She back that thing when percolated
And i'm in neck deep when she's ovulating
See
Stephanie
I don't want shit from a bitch
If it ain't head for me
In The crib throwed as a bitch
Bro knock this head for me
Niggas playing foul
I got tech just
destiny
And we don't know the recipe
Why we treating life skeptically
Capital T from the referee
It's really circles and squares
It's fireworks and flares
who God done bless
God Complex
I wake up you know the devil is a mess
Already won
So they can never contest
You no fit stop person
Wey God done bless
them hitters
No question, we solving issues
We gone shoot straight off the dribble
No referee I'm all official
No cap I done seen all the symbols
bitches wanna ride me to the top
But there's only one my heart beat stop
She got no penalties it's love without a referee
She gon ride with me when she hear
the same when i took out of context
My Entourage is surrounded by lames who consider me part of a contest
My inner conscience is telling me go prove a point
clowns
All I hear is nonsense, all dizzy I'm bonkers
My people are winnin', you see me I'm grinnin' this isn't a contest
I'm in for the longest, a vision
easy fi burst out dem head like tyre
Three killas pon each side telepathic machines
Rifle tall like bamboo and ah christmas tree
Two voice say stick him
Black, I be apple stackin'
Stop flashin' that, can't grab a jacket from the Fashion District
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia
Ayy, yeah
I can't stop, I
a son to me, so you know I'm showing tough love
You wanna step to me ?
You try to swing and you get slumped up
Gon' need a referee
Come in that paint, you
connected the true vine
Fruits dem a bear,
You see it in due time
Devil tried to stop, but man is futile
From my head to my toes,
I'm washing the blood
make the industry real when it's fake
So stay meditating so your head is facing into the direction you aim bitch!
Okay then, know what my name is
fine no be contest
Say she carry beauty of like 5 people
For head , One girl
Always Always
My Baby fine no be contest
Say na she dey put a man
met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game
I lost my nigga to some gunshots
Now we slidin' tryna make a nigga lungs stop
I know my grandma
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