Lyrics:
(I think it's time I start feeling bitchy
I've been too nice too long
Yup, it's definitely time I get nasty)
(Gon' be some shit, Hot damn, ho)
(Gon'
tools on deck, Home Depot nigga
Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger
And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner
Everyday I go so hard
down (When I count it down
6-7-8) Lyte'll start the debate
[ CHORUS ]
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Shut the fuck up)
(Hot damn, hoe)
(Shut the fuck up)
(Hot
It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
Rest in peace Mac Miller
It's been like ten years
Here we go, yeah
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
always gonna stay 'pon top, always
[T.I.]
Pull up in a blue coupe that's damn near clear
And Polo gear that won't drop 'til next year
Be like this
a roaring fire in the stove, and I started to thaw Bill out.
Well, I thawed and thawed for thirteen days, but it didn't seem no good;
His arms and legs
to the field of my dreams
And I let ghost play around in my head like I'm Ray Liotta (damn)
A Yankee owner, I got stripes in this game
Hot headed but got ice
let's get high bae let's just chill
They can judge us all they want I do not care our love is real
About six or seven more months I swear to God we'll
getting fucked on the 7th floor
If that bitch only knew
The she was getting mutted by the whole damn crew
What would she do?
What would she do?
(What's
underneath her lip (yeah)
Get a lift, guarantee I'm gonna hit
(I'm gonna hit) she love the shit I wear
Sponsored by the time of year (yeah)
Always prepared
Straight to the dome, you heard me right, bitch, I didn't stutter
And if you know what's good, just shut up and beg, brother
Backstab, don't you know who
niggas correspond, bitch
Kick the fuck out of the track on some Jean-Claude shit
Get the fuck out of the streets, nigga, I bomb shit
Shit ain't all good
run, duckin' the shotgun
leavin' 'em up off my block stunned
One eighty seven lesson and we done told ya
you fuckin' with Bone you better believe
about the bad ass Eazy-E
he was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
listen and listen well
he's a bad Muthafu-
[Mother]
Gimmie that god damn
Misunderstood"
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Carl
and seven years ago prepared to flow prepare for war
I shall fear no man you don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go in one ear out
and seven years ago prepared to flow prepare for war
I shall fear no man you don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go in one ear out
said, "Slim Shady you a base-head" (uh-uh)
"So why's your face red? Man, you wasted"
Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I
a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother
But Life is Too $hort, so I kept it
Another episode of a Doggy Dogg tale, you know me well
You know I'm coming by the smell
I'm here when you see the weed smoke in the air
Party
ass bitch extreme mayhem
My life bitch fuck them demons
I love god no eatin
UFO, damn bitch she cheating
She a hoe after all well bitch
It ain't
The Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my 15 seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game
Ain't nobody expect
E-class
I think we got a problem
Yeah
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew
Big business minus the business suit
Even I look in
bullied by the boys 2014 was the year shit (what? what? what?)
Used to be zero now the only one left (huh? huh? huh?)
Searching for the hero bitch I never
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