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Danny Brown
Danny Brown
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cartie Curt
Cartie Curt
Producer

Lyrics

You can act stupid if you want to Never play by the rules, do just what I want to Came up in this bitch tongue out without a front tooth Now who they say is number one influencer, he number two (Yeah) Yeah, he dance good, but guess where he got the moves? But compared to me, look like he wear two left shoes (Uh) Boy, I treat them lil' virgins like the restroom Take my hand and dance with the devil (Yeah) Oh, boy, you in trouble, rattled the lion cage Hope God strikes you down while you're prayin' on stage (Uh) Jit at your burial, smoke squares at your grave Then repent for my sins like, "God, I'm saved" (Alright) He always forgive, later on, I forget I had my fingers crossed, so I'm back on that shit Catch another body 'fore the song get mixed The bullets is the lyrics, turn the rapper to a spirit (Yeah) Singin' with the angels, nigga long gone Your song's like Bishop Eddie Long with a thong on (Uh) Nigga, I'm the wrong one to front on My balls on her Kit-Kat, now she playin' ping-pong (Alright) Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas Got a little richer, now their head all bigger Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Yeah) Listen here, Little Richard, I don't know what got into you Did more for the game than you (Yeah) That's why I had to cut into ya, ya need to be checked Lil' niggas need to learn some respect (Alright) When your show's like the Rockettes, with some majorettes Gimme a mic, and a DJ, and I'm set (Yeah) 'Cause these bars on deck, ain't gotta shake my ass You the real definition of "ants in your pants" Got a son, lil' niggas, no child support (Yeah) Sorta like the Bad Boys up against Jordan But, nigga, you ain't scorin', not on me Wrote this one on one knee, R.I.P. to P (Damn) Taught me to keep it real, stand on my own (Yeah) If I got you, rock a nigga brain with his nose bone No time for the gimmicks (Yeah) And I ain't gotta lie when I say I'm independent (Alright) Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas Got a little richer, now their head all bigger Nigga, this the theme song for bitch-ass niggas (Yeah) Got a little richer, now their head all bigger (Damn) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Yeah) (Alright) (Damn)
Writer(s): Daniel Sewell, Curt Cartie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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