Lyrics:
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again
I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame? I don't really know
But my game's so tight I
Think I'm gonna go
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you
The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go
Snitching ain't fixable you still on This earth An I think its a Miracle
We already know that you told I'm astounded at how this is Typical
Call me critical
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
I'ma keep 'em coming til the whole city feel me
That's just what I be on
All you pussy rapping mother fuckers just be pee ons, piss ons
This album got
Lil Baby's baby mother got caught likin' that message (Jayda)
Soulja Boy the first rapper Kanye took off a track
On Drink Champs he told N.O.R.E.
a yard
'Cos see, he the type of cat that be thinkin' he hard
I told him if he gonna come, he got to come by eight
But Hud don't never listen what I say
the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my
[Chorus]
Hey Grandmaster 5 that
the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my *Whistle*
[Chorus]
Hey Grandmaster
you're told to just quit (quit)
Giving more when you got nothin' left (left)
It's a person that'll take a chance on
Something they were told could never
or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies (check it out)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
Somebody told me that this planet was
to chase me
Mustang GT, hippie chick with me
Puffing on some green, bumpin' MGMT (Ha)
Every single person who ever told
Me that I couldn't
Gets a middle
a hater, we are not the same
So I keep some bad chicks on my team, rollin' sticky green
We are not the same
You keep a bunch of guys screamin' homie over
CHORUS
This chick is crazy/
No, don't try and test me I ain’t playing none of your games
This chick is crazy/
You messed with the wrong chick
that you watching up on tv
It's not who you start with it's who fucking finishing
Like I told you in the album it ain't a sprint bitch
I'm here just
game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush
Still stack chips galore
Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw
Better know that everything I
of Winn Dixie
But I felt the feeling before that
I found defining it tricky
Not attached to my city
Sometimes I spread myself thin
Over the paper, confetti
anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick
[Charli Baltimore]
Now baby I told you I can show you better than I can tell you
Don't try to bring conversey
then buy it that's
Important without it now
You ain't gotta take college class
To see that we bout our cash
You not if you gotta ask
Let's take a pic by
chick said that
I pulled on her hair too. It's kellys, listen up all women
I sweat weaves out, you should call me Richard Simons,
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
business is my business and it ain't to be told
Stick your nose in my business I'm goin fill it with holes Look
And you can't touch my chick
But I can touch
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga
(woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..)
You better call the muh'fuckin cops
This is a crime, uh-uh,
the champion sound
Believe, believe
Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl she tryna jerk me
Lamborghini
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