Lyrics:
gon' melt you just like M&M's
Ain't Been to New York, but I'm dunkin' like Tim, you get robbed by some niggas in Paris like Kim
It's like me and twin
pest
When I grew up
Ain't gone lie
I screwed up
But hated being chewed up
By new guys momma knew
Yah
Shawty's new man be smoking on wax
While I'm rolling
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
your data and when you're all set
Put it all together and whatever you get
It's new math
What's a bag of chips divided by five,
Well that's
team and I get new rings
And some new bling
We do new things
We got new things
Yeah I'm back in jump
I'm living my life one day at a time
bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
I just wanna love ya
For the rest of my life
I
The verdict's been read, these words been said now I K-I-M
It's plenty people left who believin' in them (Word?)
And this here's the next chapter in my life
my iPhone
We shooting a movie i told her just do it show out for the nikon
Hit from the back with my nikes on
Kim k and ray j we icons
Beat it up like
it's a whole lot to risk
Alcohol Anonymous, who's the busiest loser?
Heated by the rumors, read into it too much
Fiendin' for some true love, ask Kim
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
Justin Timberlake is just a new form of Michael
It's cold inspiration, that's the way it be
Without a Jay Z's are probably wouldn't be no Peas
So
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
that your fucking life's gonna end
Scary Halloween mask
You lookin' like one of them
Needing more plastic surgery than
Michael and Kim (Michael and Kim
daughter, I be worried 'bout Kim
But Saint is baby Ye, I ain't worried 'bout him
I had my life threatened by best friends who had selfish intents
What I'm
look
Maybe I'm not
Maybe you just like Kim K, yeah you just another thot
Maybe you just another friend, look
But I really like your friends, so
You
mode keep the K like he Kim
Yea I heard bout them niggas they be on retreat mode i aint fucking with them
Im smoking this dope and it got me on sleep
these bitches look at Ye and Kim
They'll throw you in the water even if you can't swim
Fighting life shit everyday
Dark clouds tired of the rain
Pray
With no shame and with confidence
You're by my side
I proclaim it not in confidence
Your truth and I can't stay quiet 'bout it
No, you know I tried,
a group of men
With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in
For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds
move
Tools I got take a nigga out his shoes
Tools I got leave a nigga on the news"
Unc' said, "Papi, you a bad man"
He went back to digging in the trash
Written By: Kim Hairston
Produced By: Egar Boi
Come with me let me show you
Yes, huh
Come with me let me show you
My name Quiz
Oh Lord in your
wonderful times
Like Ridgemont High
If you ever wondered
Now you know why
I'm in newport
Like that new sort
Sunny days
Riding waves
This the way
Living life
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