Lyrics:
out of
No justifications
While my song question like that "Jigga What?"
I'm the cause that the thugs gon' fight
In the club so tight, why'all KY'd
you don't think it's right,
Yo, I like to bite,
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong,
You got to admit, it's a new type of song
Nigga why you actin' like a ho?
Know that I'ma ride for ya, either way it go
Tell me girl why you be stressin me for time
When you tell me you
originally
I know the girls like it
Vixens acting all coy playing hard to get
Like the songs by this boy
Yo dog, The Woman at the Washington Zoo?
Yeah, that
open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
You know I want way more than I already got
Give me a song with Eminem and 50
MC come after you
You be running like I herd a carrel at Murdell Avenue
There we yattin' that ain't pretty that's the attitude
To be at Fight Club
MC come after you
You be running like I herd a carrel at Murdell Avenue
There we yattin' that ain't pretty that's the attitude
To be at Fight Club
Its Friday night looking my best out for raving,
Receiving messages in my mind that im craving,
A girl to take away alone to the side of the club
own (Wanna leave the club on my own)
You tha only one that i want
(Ouu yeah)
Girl i see you tryna dance to my song (See you tryna dance to my song)
See
that bullshit, This is Bodega Song
Who loved this jewish girl, sexy Abbi Jacobson
Maybe who be her best friend, Ilana Glazer too
Tryna hit to bodega
clack, hit em
Can't deny that I'm a G.O.A.T
Spit that flow like Usain Bolt
Run it up, bitch, check the score
On the beats, I overdose
The girls get wet
(Slop my top)
Stop banging my door knob
Your hatred deep like water I might drown (Yeah)
If Bless ain't made the beat, peace I'm out (Peace I'm out)
clack, hit 'em
Can't deny that I'm a G.O.A.T
Spit that flow like Usain Bolt
Run it up, bitch, check the score
On the beats, I overdose
The girls get wet
of their casket
Damn, pay the price for actin' ladylike
We rarely see black Eminems, kinda shady right?
You sent the shot, so I flashed back like it's
was a kid,
I lost my mission, I'm in a prison I’m hearing the record skip,
Incarcerated by these bars that I put into words,
Contemplating conformity
these little girls
They got no neck
And I try to be humble
But fuck that
'Cause you got me laughing at you
Like ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I came from
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn't about me and that ain't my name
We're young, in love, in short we had fun
No
try it again
That's why I write songs where I die at the end
'Cause I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
And I was waving it
Kevin Michael, Lupe Fiasco
Hey, little girl, don't cry, dry your eyes
I wrote this song for you
Now, it goes down
Can you imagine every world?
Smack that, oh-oooh
Ooh, looks like another club banger
They better hang on when they throw this thang on
Get a lil' drink on, they gonna flip for this
the club
Catch an attitude and shit
So we got one for them, it goes like this
We wrote a song for the hoes
You like to hear it, here it goes
A little
That blazin', amazin'
Hood shit
Banging out them head boards, hood shit
And you know this
So baa-by girl
She ain't goin' nowhere, partna
She
Boys know my face
When I pass by betcha girl'll wave "Hey!"
They feelin my dougies
Fresh like dougie
But not dougie fresh
Dougie Z
I'm thuggin
And you
of one day being Trina
Notta sip seemer, ten ki's in the Beamer
Got a white girl driving, couldn't do it much cleaner
I'm fly in the sky like that
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