Lyrics:
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
ain't no pressure, niggas know me and my gang purgin' (gang time)
Grammy nominated, me and him ain't the same person (at all)
On a stack of Bibles,
I want a Grammy
Don't take Molly, don't take Xannies but it's weed inside the pantry
I get high to get by, she gon' low 'cause she my ho
Shoutout
some drugs, I've been nominated for Grams (It's Grammy's)
Skinny genius got blueprints up in my hand
So the minute you hear my single, just know that
the type to go and blow it
I've been getting Grammys on the low
You be in the club singing all my shit
You ain't even know I wrote all 'em other niggas
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
Graduated U of M, summa cum laude, few of them
Just had her first IUD, ain't tryin' to have birth by Obie T
Louis bag, big as shit, rule area,
known to blind hoes like Stevie
Believe me, outstanding with my family
From me and Z-Ro and Lil' Flex at the Grammy
Boss player from Texas, you could
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
mixtapes
I'm not afraid, take my face and my name, paste it on the front page
I'm already famous and you'll never change it by hating
Or claiming
don't even make music, why you at this Grammy party? (Uh)
That's why you never see me out
I be looking at the ocean on this imported couch
What's
bendiga ese cirujano (yeah)
Cabrón, tú te merece' mil GRAMMY, ella tiene cien mil gramo'
En ese culo y anda con el del poder (rrra)
No sé si yo vo'a
relationshipper
Damn right, I'm wit' her 20, 4, 5, she gettin' thicker
By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
Brotha, my league's speakin' the truth,
the head with the nine
You rappers can't swing the Freddie Foxxx style
Man, I make the softest nigga think he's buckwild
I never won a Grammy, never
him, but I don't wined up wit him
I just stack my cake, hair back to the states
Know it's two case, like "Oh yea, by the way..."
I'M A HUSLA BABE
and confused, what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun.
Shit, you're being kicked by Richie Rich.
Stunned and bleeding, you're looking sad, well you pressed
nie brak superlatyw by opisać to zdarzenie
I może miałem tak że straciłem smyk do tego (smyk do tego)
Ej joł smyk Tobie założyłbym smycz bez niego
I
przekazania kogo co to
Ważne by bujało banią to flow by ruszało banią to flow i żeby drop walił jak gong
And I'm cool with that bo niekiedy bez wczuty słucham
blessed her face (amen)
I don't order by the bag, I order by the crate
I'ma smoke until the sun's blocked, I don't use drapes (okay)
I was really out in
movin' grams
To a Grammy nomination
I done seen all kinds of hatred
Since the day of my invasion
Now it come, smiley faces
Foes by the congregation
pandemonia rip
Well you're melodious shit
You shackle and tackle by chicks, packing like Appleonia(?) six
Having the hoes on your jock
A smooth individual,
jabe lo
No be lie kinihun loba eran
Categorically I'm the best mentally
No gainsaying I'm the cutest physically
Don't doubt me I go bring home grammy
uciśnionych jak Yattodetaman
Przybywam by was bronić Ja kontra słabi zresztą
Zaczarowanej fasoli im trzeba by mnie dosięgnąć no co jest Reksio
Ej (ej)
Siemasz
put that in a ring
I'm too black, I'm too this, mm-hmm
'Til black girls meet me and tell me they feel seen
The GRAMMYs were the first ones
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