Lyrics:
What now?
I am Shortie
I be 4'11"
(I am, I be, I am, I am) I
Am Shortie (oh, you tapin' now?)
(I am Patrick) I'll do that again
I did
and punishment from the boogie down bronxter,
D'shawn the maniac street mobster.
[Chorus]
It's the f-I-n-e-double-s-e,
Don't play or stress me
Cause that
yo drug addict ass in submission
I carried yo song so you hoping and wishin
I'll stop what I'm do but I keep on persistin
Don't fuck with folks that
smoke that see through glass
Can't get caught up wit you so i pulled up in that limo tint
I don't play them childish games
You talkin bout you liked my
his prime, but I got the dolly
I'm lifting up the K-IN-G
"They don't play yo song?" I'm like
"not probably" boxing me out, I'm like Yali
Unless I'm
going all out
And that's word to my niece
Spoil my plans
I don't think so man
Be'cause you just get juked by the slip of the hand
Word to abnormal live
and to have all the riches
But stay on they phone and that shit lookin' lazy
I’m in my room my keyboards my expression
But don’t get it twisted hoe you cannot
to the slutty boys to
You hear that? Uh, hear the Adapt Kings in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel good right now
I just want to talk to my
supposed to be
I've been stabbed in the back and lied to the face
Universal payback for the mistakes that I made
So I take another hit to hide away from
Inside a palace, that I can't keep
Past is gone
Fuck the future, imma stay king
I live on through these songs
When God takes me
And I'm gone
You couldn't
so you don't get weak
I know a man named Hank
He has more rhymes than a serious bank
So come on Hank, sing that song,
To the rhythm of the boogie,
And let e’rybody know that you used me for clout
Bitch, bye! This bitch independent
I can have another you in a New York minute, bitch
You ain't shit,
talking off
And getting egged on by A&Rs who, soon as your shit fallin' off, they walkin' off
And if you rappers diss us and ours just know that you dead
still there? Or that shit long gone? I ain't even trippin' Cause it's been so long
All I'm really saying is that this my last song for you Did what I
CashMoneyAP
I like that song
You talkin' 'bout, um
'Hello From the Other Side' right
No, you don't understand me
I just don't want you to leave
boring and boozing
I wind you up, your alarm keeps snoozing
Made it easy, I guess your'e stupid
Way too elite to be caught by your cupid
Sorry cupid
But
talking to God, I know what I've been doin' G
Do you know how I be embarrassed?
My prayers sound like Ben Stiller's on Meet the Parents
And I ain't good,
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
much money that I don't need a hoe
You can break yourself but you can't break me
You never met a player like $hort, baby
I knew a dick sucker named
just want to spit man I don't need this grief
[VERSE TWO]
[HOST]
I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh,
J-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica
Anything you imagine
Cuz I don't do that play shit
First class flights
We can travel across seas
You ain't never gotta separate your wants from your needs
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
Learning game from a square
No wonder you play wit dice
It's a room full of kings roasting man
That's Harlem nights
You took three lefts
And you still can't
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