Lyrics:
Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see
Got these from my nigga Vatche
How big your blanks be ain't nothin scot free
I'm ready to cop
my head
My disappointment spreads far
My exasperation at these blatant imbeciles is caused by who they are
Now each of them is due a little humbling
I'm Lauryn Hillin 'em
I swear to god if I could
I'd never turn the page
Living the rest of my days on stage
Fucking with bitches that never age
I'm so
Hey
Hey
Yeah
Ok the pressure I'm applying ain't regular I'm on some other shit
Baby girl want my number cuz I'm the one she fuckin' with
If they're
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
should cop the threads
Rock a highlighter hair wearing girl
In her bed
Rockstar mentality
Gonna whip my head
Drum solo, string strumming
Leave my soul for
on the block
Do the dew, don't cop from cops
Niggas ball to ball, push blow to blow
The nose knows, suckas just play the role
Roll with players, gangsters prey
drums on it
Bigger than Loretta Devine
With a shot better than Steph and
LeBron, I'm on my grind, bitch
Pass the baton
I'm rap crack packed in a bong
One
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go ahead, bitch
Slap my mom, slap the fuck out of her
She can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
'Cause you're
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now Judge Judy
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo???)
Come on now Judge Judy
the real world, all the punks, I got a fuckin' habit
G-Lux on the team, don't play with us, we make shit fuckin' happen
Big rocks on the ring, I ice my shit
Ain't no need in me lying about it 'cause everybody knows the truth
I passed my share of Ole Jack and Jim Beam, white lightnin' and mountain dew
I've
ain't Halloween
She should have the Pro Tools on when I beat
I be fuckin' her showin' my bae how to sing, yeah
Come on, baby, rock on my mic
My hoes
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
left the Glock with the switch
Police gon' press you, we got lawyers, baby, don't tell 'em shit (don't say shit)
And I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til
the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire
Goin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin
I'm swingin like my dick on the toilet when I'm shittin
I
shoulda wore a fuckin' rubber
That gunta beat me daily with my fake as pussy brother
Pops copped rocks with some junkie cookie cutter
Only home when he's
always get tripped by a van (skrrt)
I pop in my mama, my bitch, and even my baby mama whip a sedan
I just paid some bands with five-hundred grand, I'm
even my intention
That's just how it fuckin' happened
If you fuckin' with my brothas
Then you know it's automatic
Fuckin' with my money
Then you know it
the wall, on the ball, his name is D
Kind of tall yes y'all, he's down with me
From the mountain valley to the deep blue sea
The word is heard as told by
so I can rock it on the weekend,
I might drink until I'm wasted, puff until I'm lifted,
But don't get it twisted I'm about my fuckin' b'ness,
I be
side like my glock so you better watch out cuz I just might pop
You couldn't cut me with scissors, that's because I rock
You're a rat bastard about
of an era, rock rap's harder this year
No one's tryin to hear some fuckin old fart in a chair
Sittin on stage, strummin acoustic guitar in your ear
So you
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