Lyrics:
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
also worked
At some hotel
And she's still alive
She lives in Florida
Hi, Bubbie
And my parents
They hustled
You know
My mom studied
Chemical
check how it's spelled
My check sings like Adele
Check out what's tucked in my belt
When I check in hotels, check the time
And it's just after 12
Hold up
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
Time to go on my laptop, I have a stream to arrange
It's always once a week and nothing's ever gonna change
Sitting down for hours in the same chair
don't need it anymore
Seattle not close to any other cities its too far north
Lookin outside its lookin like a downpour
Man lives on my street smoking
love me by the shit that she said
And the shit that she did but I live on the edge
My brotha gotta drop and he been smoking like Craig
I hope his P.O
Adele (Ooh)
No stylist, since a kid been gettin' dressed by myself (yeah)
Before she sucked me off, she asked me where I got my belt
We in your city,
the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I was just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said, don't tell me
that you're thinking of me
At the same time
At the same time
At the same time
Can't catch my breath, I'm passing by the place where we first met
"I'm not going econ-, um, economy")
Yeah, right, why?
(Stormzy is my son)
Brap
I've been the G.O.A.T. for so long I guess it's not excitin' when I
The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make
The freeway gettin' chased by some bad bitches
Wantin' autograph pictures (ooh)
They want my name tattooed on 'em
Thinkin' for a minute, hit that ass make
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
I find myself, every other night
In a subterranean labyrinth
Though I often forget
By morning
There are many ways to get there
The hotel, with
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
palm write
Put her in the Palms Hotel, sin city
Devil in a dress, Platinum Chanel
Live the ambiance all 'cause the audience one day said I would do it
proud
About myself
In my zone
Live creative
Die alone
Medusa turning me to stone
My circle changing shapes
So a younging by himself
Kill the snakes with
Hennessy get niggas active
And I'm always rolling deep, no Adele
Five hop out anytime we getting stop by 12
Notice that I'm a sav, I ain't even 21 yet
Still
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
age you can get killed
Gunshots broad day where I live
Fuck the law, free my bros out of jail
Running with the same niggas 'til the end
NBA Gang la
on
Yea we moving up ho
(i aint gonna say none)
I aint gonna say nun
(we aint the same bruh)
Xx choose my words
Like im at a payphone
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