Lyrics:
tinted windows on this M3
Pedal to the metal in my AMG
Talk that shit then I'ma let my fingers squeeze
Whippin in my foreign, yo chick on the street
who?)
Sweet adorable you!
Words and Music by Thomas Baker Knight
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's wit her man looking at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)
So homie don't bring your girl
Martin
Mentioned Norman Thomas, had chicks
That'll hit flicks, and take you shopping, true indeed
I thought Sarah J. had the one that I need
Mary
the arena be cracking by tip off
Cause it’s game time, got the ball passed to my man,
cause I’m a threat, I can score a chick with my hands
Gonna get it in,
see'mon, see'mon)
Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh
(Don't that sound so nice?)
[Chorus] + various ad libs by Kim and Governor
[Chorus Two] + ad libs by
Alright, I just, I just got my nails done, I just, I just
I just did a fucking face mask, I got my hair did like
I'm looking good like, who can I
me
Ah, so you've discussed me
I'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me!
I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine
So men say that I'm intense
flowin' like Sosa
And a Latin chick transportin' in the chocha
Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober
Flexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota
forever running like Luke from Ganon
Out of breath from the wild chase, who knew?
Why'd you have to be such a reckless dude?
If I hear that he might be
It's Kiing Most
I know it hurts that I'm ahead of you
Cause I'm the real deal
Nigga you a edible
Don't talk that king shit to me
Cause I'll behead ya
on a Scoop Deville
What a fuckin nigga, Uncle Rufus' here shooters clear who'd a feel
Something bad about that nigga about that nigga
cbout that nigga about
songs
She's a bad girl, I'mma give it to her right
I'm gonna make her my girl
Oowee, this girl's so bad, I'm tellin others chicks to kiss my ass
Who's
on your chick, it's murder (it's murder)
Pull up with a stick, it's murder (greaze)
Don't give me that burner
I'll slap you like what? Slap you like who
page
Got the rap game by its fuckin ankles and legs
Yellin please stop, while Im bustin aimed at its face
Who you know
Who can do it like this, they
point out my enemies, someone who's into me
But not a hyper chick someone with the proper energy
A girl that's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
stack like me
Name a chick who can rap like me
I don't see not one
I'm in my own league
That mumble rap been obsolete
I don't like hop on get out my jeep
Compete against myself
I could say that no one got me here
But I'm grateful for the help!
With this pacing that I'm facing
Who could keep up? No one else!
I
on a daily basis
Oh, and by the way, Thomas Jefferson was a racist
And it not might have been all
But the Spartans were gay despite what that bullshitter
She a Love chasing lunatic
Crazier than that luna chick
But baby girl I'm in love with the guns
More important I'm in love with the funds
but she's
something
Is wrong with you and I left that part open
To symbolize how you completely
Forgot who you are the moment
That car hit you amnesia is a motherfucker
a bad rcmance fix hair, gives
Caught in a bad rcmance
Boujour mes amis! okay lets be Fashion!
Walk, walk, fashion, baby, Work it
Move that chicks crazy
get ya psyche movin'
Yeah
Off that exotic, zooted
Plottin' movements to stack up on nachos like Rufus
Yeah
You niggas more like Drakken with your
prepared or she'll shut your ass down
Yeah, if you the type of chick that got stadium status, say yeah
Yeah, hell yeah
Fellas who want them chicks with
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