Lyrics:
the pick of the litter
She only mad
Cuz she's not she one when I picked her
It's just what you're thinking, I'm switching my swag
She want the loving but
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
ass-kisser, I'm that nigga
They don't love you 'til you die, you can keep your congrats, nigga
Look you dead in your eye, can't disguise that you're mad
that you're fake
You keep asking, I just tell you
I don't want friends anyways
It's alright when I pull up
On yo' man anyway
I will fight when I pull up
you be mad when Im quiet
I swear to God it hurt me every time I see you cry
Sometimes I still be nervous when you’re right here by my side
I aint stun
the opposite
Then how am I independent and
The game's still profitin'?
It's not supposed to happen, they cappin'
I'm a goddamn savage when rappin'
Gas mask yo
You just mad
You just mad
You just mad
You just mad (Cause you always by yo)
You just mad
You just mad
You just mad
You just mad cause she wouldn't
to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
to cut the grass
So if I hurt your self-esteem
And you get dissed too bad (Yo why you diss me?)
You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, oh
Welcome to the motherfucking show
I go by the name of
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
T-E-C-H-N-9-N-E
Yeah!
don't wanna see a (?)
(?)
Happier than a mothafucka
You know lightweight grinnin' in a mothafucka
When you're a dead guy and you on that high
So
and binge watch some iCarly (yessir)
While you're busy playin' with Barbie
My wallet gettin' thicker like I'm Jeff Hardy
When I'm droppin' dimes on you, I
Don't be mad ya
Aye ooz
These niggas mad
Ahaha
Aye ghost
These niggas mad
Yo
Don't be mad nigga
[Chorus: Inky]
Don't be mad nigga that I snatch
"Fuck yo, we gotta get this fuckin' loot, baby
We gotta get this loot
Yo back in the, yo remember back in the days
When shit, everything was all
I like it when you're mad at me
I know you're with him pero ven aquí
I know you're with him but you're callin' me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo soy tu
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
honestly,
I don't even wanna know you,
[Ne-Yo:Chorus]
I don't even wanna know you're name,
I just wanna put this thang on u, (if you want)
We don't gotta
alten Strophen und alten Beats
Eimsbush Stylee
Ah, check das ab
Yo
Was los? Wir sind im Haus heut' Nacht
Haben euch alte Styles mitgebracht
Für
ne, t'n'n'n'n'n'ne ne ne
Come again, tamane ne ne, t'n'n'n'n'n'ne ne ne
No holds barred
Don't care what you're thinking, I'm like no holds barred
gwal them can't diss yo
Cause you run the show-ow-ow!
Them call you all type of bimbo
But you know you're not a hoe-oe-oe!
Bwoy pickade, check out
booger though
Just to wipe that b- on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a (chika) what? (Chika) G.O.A.T.
Now fling that b- from your fingertips
Hope
Leonard wouldn't sugar-coat a fuckin' booger though
Just to wipe that bitch on a hooker's coat
When you say you're a (chika) what? (Chika) G.O.A.T.
Now
Yo it's the real, son you know how it go
Ass out like a child get blow
Still on the streets though
Regulatin' SO's
Eternal banger leave your jug vain
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