Lyrics:
Why don't you mic the make, make the microphone miserable?
It's the G, the G, the G, the G, the Wiz
You know that our culture's gone get theirs
I
it's beef, then the members come get him
I don't know where your phone at, bitch
Can't you see I'm countin' presidentials?
I went Beverly Hills
to bury 'em
But I chose to give a damn
And box for you like pictures on Instagram
Chose to respect what was built by both Kool and Bam
You know who I am,
'm innovative, I demonstrated, this nigga played it
I don't care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay me
I kiss ya lady, eat her pussy, then kiss the baby
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type (no)
You think you irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type (no)
You think you irkin' me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach
angle
Shooting from my lane, who got a better aim fool?
I can't let the plan die
I know what I stand by
The flow is so first class
The hustle you
don't need a harpoon
I don't need no fuckin friends all I got is my Boons
A few Nick Lowes, but we high as the moon
Just in time Jessy had a Kody in
keep me cool like I don't need a fan
Wrist rock I can make your bitch choke no hands
Two different Glocks why that nigga posted with so many shots
Got me
why don't you go and tell him you want to be a leper again?
EX-LEPER
Ah yeah, I could do that, sir yes, I suppose I could. What I was going
to do was
me crazy but I don't know baby
You're thinking that it's me you're fooling
Where's the right in, all of our fighting?
Look at what you're doing
Where's
and his'es
'Cause my flow tighter than them virgin bitches
You know them "As-salamu alaykum," them Persian bitches?
And if you miss me, I'm swervin' sixes
they never listen
Oh, men don't feel? Then why the fuck do I be hearing dissing?
These niggas weaker than some crime tape
But then be acting like you
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
Yo, yo, this Ma$e, you know what I'm sayin'?
You got niggas that don't like me for whatever reason
You got niggas that don't wanna see me rich
You
waiting for me to fall off or do bad in these streetz
I had to get it from nothing
Ain’t going for nothing
Unless it involve getting cheese
Don’t know why
the major of the paper chase
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
(Why are you so damaged
Why am I a bandit
Took yo heart and I’m tryna fix it cause it’s damaged
I know you can’t manage, cause I am a bandit
I took
us, by us
(For you), by us
(For you), by us
(For you), by us
I'm tired of hearing about what all these rappers'll do
First of all, none of y
you more when I get home, I'll keep you by my side, I'll never let you go, never put you down, never be alone, Keep you in my pocket, right next to my
maneuver you from around me
I don't need nobody, please leave me just how you found me (for real)
Tan sweats and white tees how I be when I'm loungin'
Baby, look at me, mama love you
And I know you ain't no little boy no more
But you'll always be my baby
It seems like only yesterday I was holding
Baby, look at me, mama love you
And I know you ain't no little boy no more
But you'll always be my baby
It seems like only yesterday I was holding
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