Lyrics

Some people thinking They can say what they want to Without no consequence Couple things they all got in common They got no common sense And they always talking all that shit From they momma crib So if somebody hating I'm taking it as a compliment All of y'all are pussy You should see a gynecologist All I got's a hoodie Just look at me and my confidence I'm Mr. Plain Jane Don't need no condiments You know what time it is Yeah, you know what time it is Look everybody tryna keep up with the Joneses I'm way too focused on my own shit You quick to get the key and lock it So why you talking Like you got no skeletons in your closet? You boneless Devil knocking on my door I said, "Not today" My Latina told me, "Andale" I'm on the way But if I say I gotta go Then she gon drop it to the floor And hit that downward doggy pose Okay now I'ma stay All my brothers going pro Everyday feel like a holiday Studio is like a hideaway It's right outside LA I'm in there all night and day I don't even stop to punch the clock I don't got no time to waste Some people thinking They can say what they want to Without no consequence Couple things they all got in common They got no common sense And they always talking all that shit From they momma crib So if somebody hating I'm taking it as a compliment All of y'all are pussy You should see a gynecologist All I got's a hoodie Just look at me and my confidence I'm Mr. Plain Jane Don't need no condiments You know what time it is Yeah, you know what time it is Some people friendly for the benefits It's hit or miss I know there's nothing worse than hypocrites But I know her daddy Got some Lakers vs. the Clippers ticks So I might make her Cinderella If the slipper fits I'm with this shit I started dressing like De Niro When I saw Casino But I got a gambling problem I lost it all on keno Double vodka mixer Followed with a triple shot of Tito That's the shit, that give me liquor dick and high libido You about to see me flip Into my alter ego Me and Grizzly took a trip He thinks it's not illegal Here out in Miami tryna find a kilo Telling people that we Duncan Rob and Tyler Herro Some people thinking They can say what they want to Without no consequence Couple things they all got in common They got no common sense And they always talking all that shit From they momma crib So if somebody hating I'm taking it as a compliment All of y'all are pussy You should see a gynecologist All I got's a hoodie Just look at me and my confidence I'm Mr. Plain Jane Don't need no condiments You know what time it is Yeah, you know what time it is
Writer(s): Dustin James Corbett, Calvin Scruby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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