Lyrics:
Baby
I know you like when I talk nasty to you
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you
Send me your location, I'ma come through
I'ma put it down
Of course I have new motivations for staying slim and georgous, you see I recently got married,
I hope that means you are wishing me well and not
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord knows, you gone die by him
I know you heard gun stories about John Wayne
put me in it
I know the truth you not innocent
She got excited by my Louboutins
Hop in my Lambo fuck her
We don't speak again
She didn't know I was
let it goooo
Yo, they call me Mr. Intellectual, I keep a bunch of vegetables
Carrots and the broccoli, how the hell can you stop me?
Naughty by
You know?
(Mano)
Or do you?
(Hitmaka)
Uh, lil' bitch
(OG Parker)
Give no fucks 'bout no status
My lil' baby, you can't touch it
Talkin'
niggas, and that building so outstanding
Just Lil John cus he chasin what's familiar
Had no car and they come scoop me in that rental
Times are simple, now
broad day
So how the fuck you gon' stop me?
You lil' niggas just dirty mine's
Is Zero Dark Thirty
Mine is night vision, witch huntin'
Ride for Pac worthy
paint, movie star
Fuck you, pour nigga lil' drink
That's how it's goin' down out here in California
Listen to my people when a nigga hit the corner
When it comes to being true, at least true to me
One thing I found, one thing I found
Oh no you never let me down
Get up, I get down
Get up, I
that we smoke
I said fuck that, you get free smoke
If I say this, they might re-vote
Why I'm the king of Grime by default
Big ego, man can't diss my
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
boy (baow), get you gon' boy (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Y'all some lil boys (Lil boys), I'm a grown boy (bang)
Gimmie some racks (Racks), 'bout five
so sick wit it,
Now my flow got the flu,
Hoes I gotta view, but I'm stingy with the dough I'm like no not for you,
What the fuck was you thinking?
Is that lil snack?
Oh yeah
I just wanna say fuck John A. Mcdonald man
He created reserves
He implemented genocidal policies that killed millions
You niggas don't even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin'
Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
That hoe want my piccolo
a cell phone
(Woo) , like a cell phone (Woo)
Heard you need them bales, ho
(Woo) , hit my cell phone (Woo)
I'm too high to FaceTime
(Woo) , fuck my cell
[Sisqo]
Hold up
So what you're saying is,
oh, oh , oh, oh, oh , oh , oh
Niggas got me freaked like Lil' Kim she...A
Ah-ooh-ah-ooh-ah
[Lil' Kim]
I've
Yeah, one two one two
Yeah, okay, now
You know who we got up inthis bitch
M.o., m.O.b.b.b
(Boy) lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin' in
thang
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went
like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
you don't want no drama, nigga
'Cause I swear we all nuts, John Bobbitt, nigga
If you ain't got no skaters you ain't poppin', nigga
If you ain't got no
outside, what they singin' for? (At all)
Lil Uzi Vert, yes, I was right outside by the corner store (uh-uh)
Fuck the bitch, vámonos (bye bye), yeah
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