Lyrics

Keep those fiction raps If I come through with the pen that's a different wap Man wanna talk about money but I wouldn't put money on that Man wanna talk about flows but they know that my ting's tapped On the A13, coming off at the next exit Thought that she wanted me, but she just wanted guestlist When I'm in the booth with Teej, I don't wanna get no message Man wanna cat my team, but they can't run these methods My newest ting got the best of sauce And you know she's from west of course Got a bit of batty and breast of Course, she got p, she can flex of course She don't snapchat me and we move low like a packs on me She loves putting her back on me and she loves ink like Kat Von D Niggas watch me like obbo, I pick the gear they follow I been in the booth just getting out more, I got the flow they borrow Remember when I stopped spitting, had man itching, juice went missing Then I came back and got vicious when I start switching, my ting's different These days twenty four seven I run my works Had a break last week, I met with Shea and we got burst Hot boxed the whip, went back to the crib and she grabbed my shirt She was like "what do you wanna take Off first?", I was like blouse and skirt Yes indeed, I got the recipe Tempo change but nobody been testing me Blessed indeed, make the beat rest in peace And my life is calm, I haven't got a girl stressing me Yes indeed, I got the recipe Tempo change but nobody been testing me Blessed indeed, make the beat rest in peace And life is calm, I haven't got a girl stressing me The bans off She told me that I'm too boujee, I told her "and what? "Hands off" Shorty must've heard 'Fall For You' and Now it's got her thinking that I'm Vandross I tell her that ain't just for any girl That's for babygirl, I'm the man love (Yeah) and I ain't no dibby dibby rapper Niggas thinking shit's sweet because I'm a singy singy rapper But that's when it gets ugly When a man comes through and tries mug me I been busy with the pen doing fuckery Blood look at the flick of the wrist trust me A man got gassed and he rapped on a track cause I made it look easy And another man got pissed off 'cause His girl won't switch off, I been on repeat Me and my niggas do equal splits I ain't got a brudda being all greedy If I need something cheeky, I holla at Pep or I holla at Weezy 'Cause mans a fresh prince like Fresh Prince Came with the feel like Fresh Prince Spin an MC like Fresh Prince You made one hit and been dead since I do not act all precious, I made one flow and then left it Nigga ain't got that tekkers Hold up this is the best bit Yes indeed, I got the recipe Tempo change but nobody been testing me Blessed indeed, make the beat rest in peace And my life is calm, I haven't got a girl stressing me
Writer(s): Jordy Mukeza, Tony Amadi Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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