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Resumé
by TREY CHOPS
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Gon' try and keep it real, still fuck with them Mass Appeals
Kind of weird when an artist want a deal
But they ain't gon' get it, go independent, so holla at me Tech
Bounce them breasts like you cash them checks
A lot of money on your mind if you always thinking best
Goofy with loose leaves, nigga too steeze, groupies in a hooptie, saying oowee
Bruh, nah, we ain't ever flossing 'cause we're worried about our jobs
And if you ain't certain about the talent go ahead and stop
Boy I made the beat and mixed the shit, don't need producers all on my superdick
Don't drink but I slurp up the pussy juice
You're scouting talent huh, holla at me, what it do
All my money on the house 'cause smaller artists built to lose
Then again, fuck a boss, fuck a new friend
Frankly, I don't even care, have the blankest stare
Can you tell me something I don't know, something I don't know
Frankly, I don't even care, have the blankest stare
Can you tell me something I don't know, something I don't know
Heard you've got a few spots open (Ou), is it true, up out of the blue
Let me gather my references, check them shits
That resume so farfetched, you ain't really produce for them niggas and you in debt
Yeah but I fuck with that, I fuck with that, you can bet that
Roll through with a big blunt, say you smoke a lot, but you ain't ever gon' get none
Big records from a small town, so reckless when the cards down, that's a new sound
Charismatic, emphatic, a habit having jack rabbit, that's me
Five-eleven and three quarters, 190, got a belly from horderves
God damn these record execs, just don't understand, I funk with the best
Give it time and I'll see you on BET, MMVA's for a nigga, come and get a peek
Juno for the real ones, Grammy's for the fake hoes, fuck, bitch
Curse a lot so I ain't got to worry though
If I didn't, I'd be sniffing lines and chiefing cheeks of chunky women
Feeling like a prison, wish for independence, god damn
Frankly, I don't even care, have the blankest stare
Can you tell me something I don't know, something I don't know
Frankly, I don't even care, have the blankest stare
Can you tell me something I don't know, something I don't know
Heard you've got a few spots open (Ou) is it true, up out of the blue
Let me gather my references, check them shits
That resume so farfetched, you ain't really produce for them niggas and you in debt
Yeah but I fuck with that, I fuck with that, you can bet that
Gon' try and keep it real, still fuck with them Mass Appeals
Kind of weird when an artist want a deal
But they ain't gon' get it, go independent, so holla at me Tech
Bounce them breasts like you cash them checks
A lot of money on your mind if you always thinking best
Goofy with loose leaves, nigga too steeze, groupies in a hooptie, saying oowee
Bruh, nah, we ain't ever flossing 'cause we're worried about our jobs
And if you ain't certain about the talent go ahead and stop
Boy I made the beat and mixed the shit, don't need producers all on my superdick
Don't drink but I slurp up the pussy juice
You're scouting talent huh, holla at me, what it do
All my money on the house 'cause smaller artists built to lose
Then again, fuck a boss, fuck a new friend
Frankly, I don't even care, have the blankest stare
Can you tell me something I don't know, something I don't know
Frankly, I don't even care, have the blankest stare
Can you tell me something I don't know, something I don't know
Heard you've got a few spots open (Ou), is it true, up out of the blue
Let me gather my references, check them shits
That resume so farfetched, you ain't really produce for them niggas and you in debt
Yeah but I fuck with that, I fuck with that, you can bet that
Roll through with a big blunt, say you smoke a lot, but you ain't ever gon' get none
Big records from a small town, so reckless when the cards down, that's a new sound
Charismatic, emphatic, a habit having jack rabbit, that's me
Five-eleven and three quarters, 190, got a belly from horderves
God damn these record execs, just don't understand, I funk with the best
Give it time and I'll see you on BET, MMVA's for a nigga, come and get a peek
Juno for the real ones, Grammy's for the fake hoes, fuck, bitch
Curse a lot so I ain't got to worry though
If I didn't, I'd be sniffing lines and chiefing cheeks of chunky women
Feeling like a prison, wish for independence, god damn
Frankly, I don't even care, have the blankest stare
Can you tell me something I don't know, something I don't know
Frankly, I don't even care, have the blankest stare
Can you tell me something I don't know, something I don't know
Heard you've got a few spots open (Ou) is it true, up out of the blue
Let me gather my references, check them shits
That resume so farfetched, you ain't really produce for them niggas and you in debt
Yeah but I fuck with that, I fuck with that, you can bet that
