Lyrics:
girl, Megan Thee Stallion
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin'
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck y'all (Chop stars)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,
Iʼm doing this for the capital cus I was raised in it
Ainʼt by myself I got Abj with me
Might pull up in sueno Light a J quickly
Rumor around town is
In the sunlight
Just watch how her drip go
By the moonlight
Turn this bitch into a disco
In the sunlight
Just watch how her drip go
By the moonlight
the children get crossed
Get lost get struck by vehicles
With no car facts
These type of rides can't buy at a car max
Self hatred from hatred
The process is
Look at my catalogue, that's a museum, too many bad bitches, I pass em to LeoDaLeo
2018 had my life in a rope
Now a nigga counting bands by the load
Now
resorts, enjoying massages
Check out the oracle bred from city housing
Nas, I'll rise the deads by thousands
I remember seeing Shan chilling near his Audi
your gung ho got'cha niggas by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you
ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90's into 2 thou'
There's no reason to have a friend or two
Then I had a talk with God, that was interview-esque
He said "Rik as near as the west and far as the east
There's a warrant for your arrest by
I just wanna kick this shit off by sayin' fuck y'all
I ain't gotta clear my name on a motherfuckin' thing
Every time I get mentioned, one of y'all
I'm accustomed to getting fast dough
It takes that whole work by they asshole
Standing by the pool in a bath robe
Bullet in yo C's or your afro
She had a mobile phone in her mobile home that she loved to use
She'd been inspired by the girls that she hired at the interviews
She'd seen the ropes
categories right now
Best flow, Most consistent, Realest stories
Most charisma, I set the most trends
And my interviews are hotter
Holla
I jog in
one too
These niggas in the city catch you when you passing through
And I'll be damned if I don't do what I have to do
I met Shipes at South By, he
pesos
Said she feelin' lucky, might fuck her by the rainbow
We know that these lames know they ain't never getting close
I inhale the good smoke, blow
guilty no plea
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain they say I'm crazy like they didn't know
See I'm
que yo arraso
I am just an icon living
Start a record label, MSFTS just did it (woo)
Interview cover five minutes (woo)
We are too hot in
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
here
Man fuck these thirsty hoes, I'ma live by that forever
I can give you a slice of the future, still you will never be a fortune teller
You can
here
Man fuck these thirsty hoes, I'ma live by that forever
I can give you a slice of the future, still you will never be a fortune teller
You can
home
In the interviews I'm representin you makin you proud
Shoot for the stars so if you fall you land on the clouds
Jump in the crowds
Spark ya
to relapse
Just to give her dope dick and
Ask her for some feedback like "Shorty
Do you love this dick? You
Know who you fucking with?"
Grab her by her weave,
with Amalgam
Digital dollars, afford flights
Where the massages will be provided
By my down ass exotic dancing Italian goddess
The planes got it
That's
ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90's into 2 thou'
There's no reason to have a friend or two
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