Texty

I hate it when the lil niggas talkin reckless man Now I gotta put y'all back in order My life a movie yeah, my life a movie yeah I'm glad fruity nigga finally grew a pair Ey light a doobie up, ey light a doobie up Ey look, a fruity nigga finally grew a pair My life a movie yeah, my life a movie yeah I'm getting stupid here your bitch is toothy yeah I'm where the crew be at don't let the groupies in I got the moves and yeah I'm hella groovy groovy Doin the most, niggas saying the least You can ask around your city Boy I'm hot in the streets If you makin all that money Go on and settle your fees Pay what you owe Teach your ass not to shit where you eat Bitch I'm high top wavy, fuck you pay me Niggas turn to bitches, they be flipping on the daily I got your mans emotional, you can't shake me Acting tough but looking like a very nice lady God damn, God damn, ey Tini goin ham Ey niggas tryna match up Tell 'em Catch Up If You Can Steady with the swag, 'cause I'm gritty for the bag Put the city on my back, I got EC on the map My life a movie yeah, my life a movie yeah I'm glad fruity nigga finally grew a pair Ey light a doobie up, ey light a doobie up Ey look, a fruity nigga finally grew a pair I heard a little birdie talk a lot of shit But fuck I wanna beat around no counterfeit An you know I know you ain't really 'bout this shit Deadbeat dad, how I son 'em for the fuck of it Fill my cup up to the brim, fuckin' optimist I'm a different cloth, y'all synonymous I'm the star that the fam'a move like the Carters Call 'em the bigger artists, I call 'em a bigger target 'Til they call it or forfeit, I watch 'em fall like it's autumn Discussing cheques with your bosses I smoke and ash on their corpses We're not the same, we sell to the same buyer Niggas would get sonned if you pin them against aya Writtens is straight fire You spitting 'bout rates Meanwhile your hunny paid her dues And I'm who she rates higher I used to fuck with the shit that you used to make prior But now you taking shots and you missing so aim higher I'm on my Ether swag, youngin 'til I been a man So make 'em dance again and I can help I heard you need a hand That might take a minute, make you meet your maker widdit Careful with my sleeve, I keep an ace in it This groupie under cover made this bed and I lay in it I just got a bag, a body bag like I'm Haitian I'm great there's no debating it And niggas outta ideas Yeah I heard your new shit It sound like death to my ears 'Cause when it comes to this rapping y'all were never my peers I might go to West View and make her cum from the rear Fuck around and go to Pheli just to show you it's real 'Cause it's all fun and games 'till we run up your block Mad 'cause I fucked your bitch way before I was hot They told me to stop, your homies call it dope when it's not They calling you pop, you phoney They just all on your cock Pretoria's what! I bet I'll make that podium rock
Writer(s): Bheki Christopher Thobela, Phiwe Unam Buhle Tini, Ronald Baloyi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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