Lyrics:
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
I'm in the spot catchin' spliff by his toilet
(Gang, gang, skrrt)
Go fund your funeral, they can’t afford it
(They can’t afford it)
Stuffin' his face,
Cadillac doors, red paint switchin' lane-to-lane
I ain't came to lose bitch, I done paid my dues bitch
Got fifteen years off in this muthafuckin' rap shit
Motivation for the fire that I broadcast
My delivery is like Door Dash
Do it by myself no handouts
No co-sign I'm a standout
Any place that I'm in
Ace with
you could thwart
A hundred wars
Save my letters
Where we can first call
By the bedroom door
And kitchen floor
(I tried, I tried, I tried)
All
Verse 1:
Back in the days of vocational school,
Quiet and shy, playing it cool.
Then you came along, changed the game,
Sitting by PCs, we weren't
too tough
Shorty off a bean take a boost up
Brand new whip and I'm ducked off in it
Shorty riding P side star stuck with it
We could take a moment I'm
in the hoard for me
Tell me what secrets do you keep
I keep it 101, all my dogs present
Doors wide open, you just gotta go and step in
My brothers
by mistake
You say you love me, baby, don't know what to do
You say you love me, baby, don't know what to do
I'm sure of one thing, I'm in love
you in that brand new
Chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the
Only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains
Made a hunnid K by lunch time, girl, I got plenty dough (plenty)
Wrappin' that punch in a punchline, I'm goin' blow for blow (oh, oh-oh)
I'm gettin'
strike like Zeus
Hit that pussy knock it loose
Gotta 4 door but I want that coupe (Woooop)
Brand new drip, nîgga ice on the way (Drip)
Hit the mall felt
on a brand new six,
La la la la la la la la la la
I just taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
of my single-wide door
Raised by them dope boys, so I know how them things look
Thanks for the recipe, rest in peace, Wayne Bush
I don't cook my shit,
a facial
At yo pad flicking switches like we trynna fix the cable
Watch that bitch you love she ah leave that door unlocked
Y'all get them birds 1 by 1
niggaz in this game to win an oscar
Scared of mobstas
Can't do a concert unless they are paying themself
Can't get a real bitch so they lay yourself
gave up on bros
She in her feels can tell by the post
Sexy appeal she want me the most
Poppin the seal let's have a toast
Let's get real i don't wanna
I got gum
We can sixty nine
Chica chica damn
You got buns, Hun
I got mustard
I'm Oscar The Grouch
Un-fostered
Socks in my mouth
Blew the door off
doors of animal cages
Forgive me father for I have sinned raught iron
Grin rusting in the down pour why try and swim
I would walk five hundred miles
did you think
Lookin' like how I'm feelin' today
Brand new shit when you see me on stage
Poppin' pills, they got me in the zone
When I drink, Mr.
back
And that car I saw sitting in front of my door
Looked like a brand new, a brand new Cadillac, yeah!
I ain't got none now baby
I think you've
And that car I saw sitting in front of my door
Looked like a brand new, a brand new Cadillac
Yes, I ain't got none now, baby
I think you've been
a brand new 444
You want to slide pour a 4
I run it back up lil' bitty Hana
You want to slide
I got choppers by my side
Do you wanna die?
I don't even wanna
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
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