Lyrics

Bitch you know it's Mel Keith They don't really want the beef Or the mother fucking pork Go get me my fork I'm finna eat these bitches I don't really give no fucks An these ass hoes they can suck up on some nuts Bitch that's how I fucking feel An you know I'm down to kill Like my name was fucking Bill But you can call Ben Cause I'm always with some 10s Tell these niggas grow up Bitch Boys II Men All I do is win I'm such a fucking Ken You wanna be my twin cause all I do is win No Dj Khaled yo point is so invalid All about my greens like a fucking salad Gotta ask Deb bitch what's that pallet These niggas not fucking with my talent Cause I'm all about my stacks my stacks my stacks Bitch I'm laid back on Islands and mother fucking decks Let them know I'm at your neck Let them know I beat a lot of ass I'm reckless Get a lot of neck I'm a necklace Nigga add that up get the check list These hoes broke as fuck I'm priceless I ain't mother fucking nice bitch But I am the nicest So you better talk nice bitch I keep it on ice sis I am the mother fucking coldest Go get them they jacket Ain't none of these niggas in my fucking tax bracket I'm beating they ass with a fucking tennis racket I leave yo ass sliced up like some cake in this bitch Everybody know I'm all about my chips Yeah where's my dip Ooou I gotta dip Cause I'm always on go Like a fucking green light Don't none of these niggas really wanna fucking fight I have them dipping like some nuggets I'm with some niggas that get shit jumping I'll have my boys on your yard Like yo name was Kelis They're saying I'm doing the most On the days I do the least I'm hungry as fuck So you know I'm about to feast I'm a mother fucking beast And you know it's Mel Keith They don't really want beef I guess they vegan Fucking with a white girl colder than Chrissy Tegan I ain't talking Sza but it's only for the weekend Ain't TLCing Ain't no mother fucking creeping Ain't no mother fucking sneaking Ain't no mother fucking dissing Sending shots all these niggas can get popped Like some mother fucking corn I'm the shit I'm tooting my own horn Uh I told my boy yay put me in the stu Niggas know how I do I come thru with my crew And I shut shit down to the mother fucking ground bitch Ion play a round hoe Yous a fucking clown An you need a red nose I ain't talking bout the pit But ask about me bitch I got the fire like the pit Fire like the pit hoe I got it so lit All of these wack niggas really need to quit
Writer(s): Tramel Lumpkin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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