Letra

Fame be like, like when you rich and famous and shit They think you s'posed to act a certain way I'm a little lit on the tour bus, so I'ma act a certain way Mike Holland, we recordin'? Whoa, that my man? Ayy Who got the juice like me? Who got the juice like, who got the juice like (Bobby) I'm finna give her the D End of the night, she gon' be screamin', be screamin' (Bobby) Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest? Who's biracial only in his penis? (Bobby) My shit the cleanest, I'm a fuckin' genius Self-proclaimed, but they know the name (Bobby) Who got the juice like me? Who got the juice like, who got the juice like (Bobby) I'm finna give her the D End of the night, she gon' be screamin', be screamin' (Bobby) Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest? Who's biracial only in his penis? (Bobby) My shit the cleanest, I'm a fuckin' genius Self-proclaimed, but they know the name (Bobby) I guess when you make it this big People assume your head this big (Bobby) Start takin' shots, yeah, they pour the drink In person, they blow smoke like a cig Shorty gon' pass me the head 'til I nut I am so rich that I don't give a fuck Me and my homies, we smoke in the cut Momberg, like what? I just performed for like fifteen thousand I leave these women arousin' All the pussy in the club make a tidal wave Come on, now, Bobby boy, behave Black and white, you ain't half of the nigga I am You just mad you ain't as big as I am Real MC, your shit Sam-I-Am Been a while, can I get a "God damn"? I am the best in my field like a slave Who said fuck emancipation, burned the plantation Facing death, and then put the master in his grave Why? 'Cause black is beautiful Snappin' so hard, I might snap a cuticle Fifty million in the bank, know my circle like a tank Think you can get in, you can't Kiss a bitch hand and she faint Kiss a bitch hand and she faint Who got the juice like me? Who got the juice like, who got the juice like (Bobby) I'm finna give her the D End of the night, she gon' be screamin', be screamin' (Bobby) Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest? Who's biracial only in his penis? (Bobby) My shit the cleanest, I'm a fuckin' genius Self-proclaimed, but they know the name (Bobby) Who got the juice like me? Who got the juice like, who got the juice like (Bobby) I'm finna give her the D End of the night, she gon' be screamin', be screamin' (Bobby) Who sell out arenas? Who spit it the meanest? Who's biracial only in his penis? (Bobby) My shit the cleanest, I'm a fuckin' genius Self-proclaimed, but they know the name (Bobby) Man, you know, he don't fuck with nobody You know why? 'Cause all y'all niggas is talkin' a bunch of bullshit And you know, you can't back up what ya say Because your mouth say one thing And your actions show another Then you can't back it up So what the fuck you gon' do? This is Logic's dad, this is Bobby Smokey Hall And he came out my balls (Bobby)
Writer(s): Winston Riley, Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Arjun Ivatury, Ophlin Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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