Lyrics:
And you got KARO in yo shit
You bought yo xanax by the fifth
And now you panic without it
All these muhfuckas drowning
That's why I just fucked yo bitch
looking
At me like a piece of meat
Now you looking just like her
After you heard i cooked the beat
Bon appetit
I hope you brought yo appetite
Holy homie he
as a team and leap Hundreds of miles
Yo rhyme game been immaculate
We better hit the lab with this
Ever since I heard you spit I wanna collab and shit
A few
and snickering
Player like me? every season these chicks have been
Talking how I came through the P's in a sicker Benz
Heard about the platinum visas
runneth over until it fuckin' spill Have you ever fucked a bitch that Fucked yo brother nem? And now she tryna get saved like she bundlin' Yeah my
to his wig
Nigga see what you did and you brought it on yourself
Don't ever try to stop no hustlers wealth
You fuckin' chump, jump and get yo' ass
money getting long I could see the hating
Smoking on some strong might by Gary Payton
Try to do me wrong Imma have to blaze em'
Do it to em T cuz you are
that big and happy
And I know them bitches will fuck me cause when I see 'em, they be winkin' at me
You listenin' thinkin' that's a crazy brother
But
I got full metal jackets on y'all asses I'm gon' let y'all have it, let em' fathom
What I'm gon' do when I catch him, makin' bucks bitch by
Yo man - What you want your life to be about?
I don't know... I never really thought about it
But if I did, I guess I would want
A big job
Two
death do you fuckin' 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
different bitch, me and her is not the same (no)
And I'm hotter than a bitch, I'm a whole different flame
You know the motherfuckin' name, I go by L-E-O
But I I I...I just don’t know if you could look past my sins oh oh
I heard you know about the things I’ve done
I heard that you can still show me
by the window (tip toe)
I don't know where you got yo info (shhh! tip toe)
But obviously you don't know what you In-foe
(pow!) Now I'm braggin' bout
talk about the 9 months have been hiding Inside in her stomach
Oh you wonna tell me she ain't try all alone
And carrying me on her back all alone
Days
on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin' to make a love scene
Truly I just want you
tlala(tlala)
I been dripping forever ke tswella ke phandla(re apere makgasa)
Talk about it You can laugh about it,I'm the same n**** who go Buff About
and no easy flights
It was rocky roads and increasing turbulence
Me killing these beats you heard a bit
UndenYable I know you heard of it
Last bitch ain’t
on it nigga
Bitch don't send me paragraphs
I won't read em'
Don't give a fuck about these hoes
Man I don't need em'
Nigga keep moving they gon' trap you
publicity!
But we have no cast ...
But Andre, have you seen the queue?
Oh, it seems you've got one too ..."Dear Andre what a charming gala!
Christine enjoyed
Come on, come on now
I don't think they heard you
Tell 'em one more time
[Chorus - 2X]
[P. Diddy - talking behind Chorus]
Yeah, what's the name
Bad
Huh (Aye Mas, go crazy on em) Okay, yeah
I can see you got yo eyes on me
That means the pressure was applied on me
She told me that she don't bite,
Stanaman, he's told me a couple stories about you
I'm not gonna lie, I'm getting mad right now
What's he talking about?
Like banging in cells
anyways
But..
Ya won't believe in me, but you would fancy
Leprechauns or groundhogs
No thank you, Easter Bunny!
(There's all this talk about Santa
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