Lyrics:
niggas with perms and Jheri curls
Runnin' around town with the flyest girls
Ain't no place like home, nigga, that I can call my own
Smokin' dub sacks
can't find myself
Lost in the middle of bland
Don't nobody play nowadays all these digital bands
Ain't nobody musicians no more lyrical cats
How can we go
roll!
[Bridge: 8ball & MJG sample]
One to da motherfuckin' two to da motherfuckin' three
(And Yean High as me)
One to da motherfuckin' two to da
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel
Dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us
Y'all
And got a white revolver and I'm frightened
But look a bush, hey perfect timing
Only safe place in the whole game
Do I feel shame? Hah, no way
I don't play
better not ask me shit
I don't want no Quali, I want some Actavis
I bet that nigga won't lack again
Remember, I had them two for ten's
Put me on child
know dat you a freak
I'm wit da foolery really there aint no fooling me
Double what im worth in a month like it was two of me
I'm on they necklace im
hit me when it is emergency
Young niggas pull up for the za with good urgency
Three Phones all work no famo cant get in touch with me
Oversized shirt
you around
It ain't long hair, tattoos, playin' too loud (no)
It ain't a middle finger on a t-shirt, the establishments tryin' to sell
It's a guy
playin
[Chorus] [X 16]
[Verse 2]
Snap my pencil, dislocate my fingers and jam my thumb
I ain't gon' write no more, tear my papers, strip clothes if
it
toe to the 9-8
As we dip da through the 9-7
As we tip toe to the 9-8
Daddy you trippin
Come here momma
Momma don't cry
No we don't need my daddy no
Boys say it's 'All in the Mind'
Certain wounds only heal over time
No shame in my game, no pain no gain
And since I ain't seen a prophet (profit) I
One two three lemme hop on this beat
Cuz these bitches ain't shit when you compare em to me
Sike
I got my limits but I'll still be a G
Shout-out
And this is on sight
No I ain't afraid of no heights
That sound right
We're living 3d
Baby ain't this love in 3d
You feel me?
No failing my feet
Baby ain't
the handle
I'm hearing sirens but I just wanna run away but I can't
Jason's gone by the time police are comin'
They saw that ain't no one else in the house
a clip
How many hollows
Do you wish
1,2,3,4
I bet I shoot this shit
Don't miss
Don't need a gang
Bitch I'm good by myself
If you catch me slipping
Won't
kinda straight, but i need sumn worth a dime
If Yu ain't about no money babygirl, dont even waste ya time
Cool kids get to skip da line
ones a TBT don't start
Sincerely sorry if I broke ur heart
No maths so bun the 3x3 off the chart
Divide by two that's four point five
Five guys running
out here pursuin
(No no no!) Da gawd damn same way
Way I maneuver my energy boomin
If I'm ina room then
You know it's legit
I come wit heat everytime
They down to get busy so hoe don’t get beat up
Ain’t hitting no woman these niggas be tripping if you gotta beat her then bitch you don’t need her
Never
das two way
Ina di world we focus well
Fi di future
We tell derm das alrty-ayt
Don run up your world fi di worst
Look I n I fi di best no rest
Chasing
Aye, cus
This ain't no football tune you know
Nah, man hold tight Skepta for this one
Eskiboy (Woo) , Scorcher, Littles
Aye, London
This ain't no
Bad bitches, I break 'em off, the big boss is back at you, pissed off
She ain't got no direction, she a bit lost
I kick it off at my penthouse loft
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