歌词
Beg man check the error of his ways
Your Loss I came to style and amaze
Try get paid in numerous ways, I’m due to invade, I’m on a crusade
Hold the SM58 like a hand grenade, due to bang in his face
Them man soft get brushed like their suede
With a bad ting, and she cant behave, there is not one ting I cannot tame
Don’t free it up I just want the brain
Nerds and shmucks get wrapped on your jays
Birthday cake it got me so slumped, I tooken two bun, now I’m vibing that fade
Who's got packs, the packs I must blaze
Ransack gaffs I’m tryna get paid
Your style trapped I adapt and amaze
Call it fate or they’re callin' it karma
How a sound gone move so hench, when a nigga bounce back man i coming back so harder,
Im like rahted
All i'm hearing is laughter (hahaha)
Cus they try par with some childish flow and some childish bars, had to tell em take notes cah we some masters
Victim, don’t care if you training for decades
My style skippy get trapped up inside the maze,
I’m that nigga, don’t try ride on my wave
That ships sailed, you should be ashamed
Married to the game, yeah she got on one knee
Good ting, big back I’m squeezing her tushy
Think he’s a big man, but he’s just pussy, i’m In the back with the yak no bubbly
I just want to rass my dutchie
but your tings keen she way too touchy
I need racks like Hov and Puffy so I make tracks for fans that love me
Niggas calling my name on a maze like I don't even how my privacy died
Probably because I banged that beautiful ting oh gosh I'm in love with the thighs
Or maybe because I make these hits new ting each time oh I love to surprise
And oh how they don't show love and leave bad taste like Turkish delight
And I never mind me shit, spin man different on remix
Pissed coz my gangs on G Shit, really had pounds of the weed no dreaming
Money can't run I need it, run and catch shit like David Seaman
I can't love no prick I do not love and I don't show reason
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