Credits
Songtexte
Tell these **** that I’m back
think I’m sick I caught a draft
Bitch so bad she such a bratt
Yeah
Think they rich 100 racks
All these boys is not my class
William Shakespeare I think I’m that
Yeah
I told you people these just boys
38-0 enjoy
I can’t wait til I see Floyd
Final boss I’m self employed
Just a peasant lower your voice
What’s the price send me invoice
I run the finch I run the Jane
I run the Rex & where ever I stay
I run the whole country fuck is you sayin
**** got ass & breast
Come at me the wrong way You get left
Leave you just like coi did…
Scarborough man’s know I don’t play
Downtown man’s they know the same
& I run Brampton stay in your Lanez
Sauga city I sold the most Cain
think you can face me
You know the phrase
Tell these **** that I’m back
think I’m sick I caught a draft
Bitch so bad she such a bratt
Yeah
Think they rich 100 racks
All these boys is not my class
William Shakespeare I think I’m that
Broad day
Yeah
All day
Yeah
All Night
Yeah
Always
I run da Vaughn & I run jungle
Too many blocks
Think I’m mutumbo
Look at her hair
It looks like Repunzels
I like guitars but carry a drum tho
Left me for dead but it’s all love tho
Thought I was finished
But I’m not Done tho
All of you boys need to stay humble
How am I a legend? didn’t even chart
Hutsy deal I look so smart
& I have more music than Mozart
Tell these **** that I’m back
think I’m sick I caught a draft
Bitch so bad she such a bratt
Yeah
Think they rich 100 racks
All these boys is not my class
William Shakespeare I think I’m that
Yeah
Written by: MOULA 1ST
