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Look With all this imaginary shit these Niggas is sayin' (I'm the greatest, bitch) And I'd rather show ya better than I can tell ya Watch how I'm comin' back and then I kill 'em And fuck 'em up while ya successful at failure Most of you niggas got a drip that's fucked up You should kill your stylist and hire a tailor (ah) No, we can't relate the funny shit you displayin' (whatchu doin'?) Fuck you want me to go do? Can't even relate to shit you be sayin' (watchu sayin'?) Like you got shit in your mouth Fuckers you talkin' about Niggas thinkin' we playin'? (We ain't playin', nigga) Lights in the V.I.P. with your broad From the bread that we slide and for bottles we sprayin' (ah) And I'm makin' 'em do shit they don't gotta do Hit 'em in the way they ain't got a clue Gimme money, make a pay out the blue Mommy actin' like she can't believe That it's true (bitch, I'm a miracle) How I layed 'em and then come up way outta shoe (come up out 'em) Banish niggas then I get up and vanish With the shawty, pull up the coupe (pull up) Massive every time I pull up, leave ashes, disappear again for a few While I'm leavin' them they sit down And try to figure out the shit that I do I'll be just leavin' niggas where they be And until it be time to get ghost on 'em Ooh, y'all (y'all niggas know) know just what to do (Y'all niggas know what to do, y'all niggas know what to do) Come with me (follow me niggas) And let me show you (let me show you, my nigga) Hope your dreams come true (I hope your dreams come true) If you ain't with me (you ain't with me, my nigga), fuck you Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you Little bitch, you ain't get you the message? Everything about a nigga jackin' And believe me, there is God in your presence You ain't gotta believe me, my nigga 'Til I beat your ass out of your denims (denim) Send out my bitches to rob you niggas Run and learn you a couple of lessons Now I'm sick like a motherfucker, but the antidote Take you this medicine, niggas (pop you this pill) Bibi-baba-I don't know what to call it I'm fuckin' up everything, nigga Far as everything else, I make the adjustment But I'm back in my element, nigga (yes we is) Send a nigga in And fuck all these beats with the bag, I'm intelligent niggas Now while I know I pull up in the Ghost You talkin' the most, little irrelevant niggas (shut up) You talkin' too much and you need to shut the fuck up Boy, you a delicate nigga (you pussy) It's so unfortunate that some of you Niggas ain't got proper etiquette, nigga While your bank account is at a deficit All of my diamonds is elegant, nigga I don't know, I don't know why niggas still Try to test the champ knowin' I'm so undefeated I'm not tryna hear your bitch ass Sittin' under my plate and see you, it already deleted You better believe that it's hot and I'm back in This bitch and you know that I'm keepin' it heated Especially I'm on fuckin' shit up beyond Description, my nigga, no caption is needed Yeah, yeah Y'all (y'all niggas know) know just what to do (Y'all niggas know what to do, y'all niggas know what to do) Come with me (follow me niggas) And let me show you (let me show you, my nigga) Hope your dreams come true (I hope your dreams come true) If you ain't with me (you ain't with me, my nigga), fuck you Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you Y'all (y'all niggas know) know just what to do (Y'all niggas know what to do, y'all niggas know what to do) Come with me (follow me niggas) And let me show you (let me show you, my nigga) Hope your dreams come true (I hope your dreams come true) If you ain't with me (you ain't with me, my nigga), fuck you Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you Fucka-you-fucka-you-fucka-you
Writer(s): Mozis Prince Aduu, Trevor George Smith Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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