歌詞

Oh my god, I swear to god, get the fuck out of my face, seriously You ain't the homie, this ain't for you Ain't chasing paper, this ain't for you You know what we came to do (ayy) You know what we came to do (man, look) I'm in a league of my own Y'all need to leave it alone I'ma just eat everything I'ma just leave you the bones Call it an even exchange (yeah) There ain't no need to explain (yeah) Yeah, it should be over-stood (yeah) Like when I hop in a plane And I fly over your hood Y'all should be knocking on wood Don't make me go 'gainst the grain (grain) I ate my Wheaties I'm good (bitch) Huh, huh, huh, huh Fuck out my face (fuck out my face) Fuck out my face, you hoe Fuck out my face (fuck out my face) Fuck out my face (fuck out my face) Fuck out my face, you hoe On my momma and my pops You ain't squad, you the opp, nigga stop Fuck out my face, yeah yeah Keep them other vibes off On the other side, uh, side, uh Fuck out my face, you hoe (nigga, yeah, bitch-ass nigga) Face it, you're basic, I'm basically one in infinity (ayy) Back to the basics, my friend is my enemy's enemy (facts) Smoke like a chimney, D'USSÉ the remedy Gave her a shot, now she be giving me top in the drop But I'm not a Kennedy, you need to stop This elementary, thicken the plot Make you a memory that we forgot How does it feel like to be food for thought? Get it while it's hot (huh) Fuck out my face (fuck out my face) You a foe or a UFO? Either way, you in my space Talking heavy on the record Featherweights should wait in line Godbody, you can never Niggas stuck on demon time Every second is divine We gon' run this shit forever Get it, done it, said goodbye Do it, do it, nigga squad Mama pressure had the presser Pipe busts every time You know the motherfuckin' vibe You ain't gang, step aside, bitch Fuck out my face (fuck out my face) Fuck out my face, you hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuck out my face (yeah) Fuck out my face (yeah) Fuck out my face, you hoe On my momma and my pops You ain't squad, you the opp, nigga stop Fuck out my face, yeah yeah Keep them other vibes off On the other side, uh, side, uh Fuck out my face, you hoe (nigga, yeah, bitch-ass nigga) Fuck out my, who are these niggas? Fuck out my face, lame, lame-ass nigga then Fuck out my face you hoe! You ain't the homie, this ain't for you Ain't chasing paper, this ain't for you You know what we came to do You know what we came to do
Writer(s): Matthew Samuels, Mark Spears, Herbert Stevens Iv Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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