Lyrics:
[INTRO]
Turn my mic up a little bit
Ya ya ya
Ya ya ya
Ya
1,2,3, GO
[CHORUS]
Bet you never met a chick like me
(nah nah nah)
Met a chick like me
(nah
rough paying bills
Was an accomplishment
From prison lunches to brunches
With the finest chicks
IQ too GQ far from a college kid
Hustlenomics my nigga
and this entice them how them joke the same
So I'm gonna sing just like them to get where they at
I'll even break my by back to touch their rim if I gotta
This chick no intentions of bein' offensive
The women by callin ya'll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch's cut look clean
On ya finger next
how 'Ye do
Say she love Beyoncé, let me upgrade you
Spanish chick grab my chain
Asks "is that Jesus?" (That Jesus?)
If I'm unfaithful, blame it
Young Queens by my side
Doing savage things
Whole crew move with crowns
Some got Halo rings
Seraph things
Yeah
I got the flu with this
All them otha
I said you could've said your new boyfriend's name
What's his name?
Jordan
No ma'am, haha
I got a text message from my old bae
Crying saying that her
believe I zagadat
When I'm back in town
Imma really have to holla back
Your girl really love my drip
Your girl tryna ride my shit
Better hide your chick
the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Yugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather,
Want the shinny golden rims
On the tires of my ride
And the busty blonde bitches every night by my side
And we've been in the business for too long
are a manic pixie girl's dream
Feels like I'm living in a John Green
I try to give credit where it's due
So every line I write leads back to you
Inside
Flip a brick
Slit my wrists
Pull up on you little bitch
Diamonds dancing on my dick
Your bitch wanna catch my kids
Getting fucked by a bitch, who
and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound, believe believe believe believe!
Yughck! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp
and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound, believe believe believe believe!
Yughck! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp
and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound, believe believe believe believe!
Yughck! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp
yeah)
Coming off as kind of weirdo
She said that she liked my beard though
Imma get her to speak in binary
By the end of the night
Barring a fight
I think a lot of what would happen
If I got injured or died
Would all of my ex-boyfriends
Get together and cry?
cnd would that bitch who called me
the lights
Your boyfriend got you super tight
You wanna baller so you bother me in spite
Bitch, don't fuck up my high, my high, my high
Please don't fuck
The taste of bubble gum
Havin' you is a treat
Most of them tricks tricks
Sweet like a pixie stick
Your aesthetic got me feelin' so poetic
Bang my line anytime
For my nigga Fred Jordan drank something
Smoke something up in Heaven run it
Now-a days everybody gangsta, okay
Tell ya what's gangsta is this fuck
to hold this bitch down
Like a motherfuckin' chick underwater, he tryna d-dr-drown
Shawty, when you dance, you got me captivated
Just by the way that you
And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe
My name is Slim Shady
I been crazy way before radio didn't play me
The sensational (back is
behind my back, your words were sinking in
You say the same damn thing, you're so repetitive ah
And you say I have issues
Talked to other girls our whole
to pass by
Looking for her in the day with a flashlight that type
That's until I got my cash right
You should have seen your boy last night, that's right
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