Lyrics:
One step forward and four steps back
My head's on straight but I can't get by
My girl don't want me and I don't know why
The lord won't save me but
from) 3x
It's w-w-w-where you're at)
[ VERSE 3 ]
Now this goes out to every rapper in New York
Pop the cork and tell your DJ to walk
Mel-Ice the Sword
with me
I'm a turnt up nigga, I be smoking on this dank, imma roll this up by the three
All these bitches be foul they ain't got manners, all they wanna
Young beast from the east
So you know I puts it in
I'm that ghetto gorgeous gangsta girl
About to fly east line national
By the way that I bounce
on a mission, She want the key in the ignition.
Everything coached by supervision.
Hook:
Metaphor Kingpin, LA, New York back to Cleveland, Let's increase this,
know we be
We some superstars (3x)
They know we be
H to the double-O throw that D on it
The track ain't hood unless the track got me on it
Yes sir, it's
run
Hit a new bitch in my crib now, everybody in my hood, girl, it's a nice one, homie
Came for the blood, never had it, and I never gonna quit, that's
Shit man it's like 3 in the morning
Occupied by nothing
The shits boring
Why the fuck is this bitch still calling
Last round down n out
Now I'm
Cause I'm no joke when it comes to a rap tune
Stuff brothers kick I would have flushed in the bathroom
I get looser as a dope track producer
Girls got
I got my city on the snap
Got the team on my back
I been tripping on this track
I need 3 hunnid racks
Ima take it
All the way?
All the way
Run it
me how you do it
It look so easy, like there was nothin' to it
But they don't understand, about the Dirty M.C.
It's the.... (Ohhhhhhhhhh), new track
good girls in Louis Vuitton gear (yeah)
I like bad bitches, extended long hair (come on)
And she like Raf Simons (like Raf Simons)
My bitch bag like
gone
Sat by the window with a clutched dome listening to shorties cuss long
Young girls with weak minds, but they butt strong
Tried to call,
this my new magic wand
Now in every song will be my name, accompanied by prod
some tracks
With my beats mixed with some made by himself
Oh shit yes mine were made by myself
Bitch you listening this is Mr. Chris reppin hotline
pee
Threesomin' hoes got them yelling "Hold up T
You gon get in my hair"
I'm like "so what B?" i go New York on em'
I got a new talk for em' niggas want
Our music makin' the bam
New Gen rappers are wack
But this ain't a diss track
We keepin' it real and no gags
Our style's chill, yet wild
I'm required
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
black four door baby hop in my ride
And I know you want this too I could see in your eyes
3am and Hennessy girl you know that's the vibe
You look good
Young beast from the East
So you know I put it in
I'm that ghetto gorgeous gangster girl
With the fly G slide international (is wretch you know)
By
don't want to lie
When I say that I don't miss You
I need You by My side
But you moving like You brand new
Got Me acting like a fan
But She never kept me
as a Freak, Prostitute slained on the News × 2
Verse 3: Yards with tire tracks/ noise where windows at/ phone calls on her cell unavailable/ flicks and fan
by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
Three years for carrying
the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me
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