Lyrics:
on the record
Let's do a double take
[DirtBag]
Now listen baby im a dirt bag
I don't know the different faces, I cant take it
But I got a jeep, so you lead
like
Baby, I can take my time
We don't ever have to fight
Just take it step-by-step
I can see it in your eyes
'Cause they never tell me lies
I can feel
the Raf, they sit on on the floor
Glasses resting on my face and they be Christian Dior
Nah i need less nah i need more
I used to be in high school
Now
Why I keep the raps on me can't airdry
Don't really care if you don't care why
Without a license boy got so much drive
So fly should be sponsored by
[Missy Elliott - Spoken]
Huh one two yeah yeah uh
Mr. Menor whatcha gon' do? (whatcha gon' do?)
I'ma break it down
I'ma break it down downtown
I'm the one who they rate at the function
I'm sipping juice until my legs can't function
Sorry missy you can't chat coz you'd be punching
Chasing
of the hood, niggas handling plastic
Gotta watch ya head and not get popped with lead
And watch ya bread, not get popped by Feds
Anyway we gonna be in
it with your Stank face, yea
You don't have to be pretty to do this
Go and scrunch up ya face, and ya two lips
You can bump this outside in the whip
ain't fucking, she don't need to ride (beat it)
She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry, I'll feed her fries
'Cause
hereditary
If I was Math, you'd be dead already
Your picture on a obituary
Bullet holes in your head already
I'm 5000 and 0, my record dumb nigga
Dumb nigga
mental
Shawty surely giving brain, call her Shirley Temple
If you need a bad bitch, you can get a rental
Riding with my dogs, we be coolin' in
in you
Walk missy come this way
It's in the walk
I don't just talk this way
We'll have fun, you know that
Don't be crazy
Slim Jim but don't be shady
(parent)
Don't push your daughter in my face, and tell me that it's okay (my face, okay)
'Cause your agenda is to get paid, and get mad when it don't go
that to the list of name drops
So many dreams now I write while lounging
The same topic in my mind and I'm silent frowning
It don't matter that they
listenin' I was supposed to be
Amongst kings my mom shouted out at my christenin'
And while you still listenin' Shyne locked in a manhole
And Cam got shot
going
Missy Elliott, chopper your freak on
Call my chopper R Kelly, it's peed on
Yeah, I made this song, I got pink on
I made this song 'cause I got
to feel alive
Associate with those
Who communicate
What they feel inside
So shouts to Missy
And big ups Kuhlahbee
One day we'll be in the lobby
Performing
'cause)
Oh, Nelly (my security, they gon' be knockin' on the door in a minute)
And I bet (if you ain't out ma', it's-it's gon' be problems)
Why don't you
It's only music but don't be foolish though
You don't know me through it, ho, but you can blow me to it though
In my homie's Buick
Been known to lose
Looking at me calculating my Pockets
Would be a shoulder
But she YMCB
No new friends
Cool wit me
In a some pussy sound like mac and cheese
Its millions
With head biters in the trunk
Elliotts name was double crosser
He'll double cross ya, when he woulda taught ya
Told me not to get my hand dirty
He'll be
I'm on my level.
4tw20ty!
Let's get busy!
I'm always busy! pack got me dizzy! (pack got me!),
I went to Elliot! (Bling!) I feel like Missy.
I'm off
on his mind as he whistles
Don't gotta tell my mother I love her, I'm out the picture
Always on some other shit, in my face tripping
When we ain't talking
Mustachin'
Part the curtains, let the gash in
I got a mustache
I put it on my face
I used to be an imberbic geek
But now my snout doth sniff with grace
You
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