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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Mitchell
Songwriter
Lyrics
Aye fuck everybody **** really Hoes these **** bitches
Steady rapping bout dem switches but get caught n get to snitching
How u smoking on a opp u or yo **** nem ain’t did it
Hoes will set u up to fuck this really goin on in Memphis
Aye
M
I got Money coming fast from every angle
E
Everybody claim they tuff n say they gangsta
M
Monkey see monkey do ain’t nobody different
I’m from Memphis **** envy, hoes in everybody business
Aye
P
It's sum hoes selling pussy on lamar
H
Ho don’t take no pic you knowing I’ma star
I
I’m the one rappin on beats gon take it far
S
Sad case u diss the gang won’t see tomar
I bet u won’t push a mother fucker
U win today come back through tomar hit u with that cutter
Yk me ho I’m ms Lisa son aye shout out to my mother
Still screaming Fuck lebohner cause them bitches killed my brother
Damn them bitches killed my brother
Shades on wen I pop out they look around like who is he
Think I’m the same **** from school come try yo luck pussy n see
Glock 23 let off shots gon have em wet up like the sea
U show too much empty yo pockets ho u know that ima P
Smoking gas this 93
He at work talm bout he trapping boy u never sold a P
Fuck this lil ho from the back she mad I’m pulling out ha weave
After that ho u can leave
Thought she was blessed just like she sneezed
I disappeared like a magician
Had that trick all up my sleeve
Pistol whoop em I might bust a **** head bout that bread
Can’t be loafing in these streets **** better know how to play it
**** be smart use yo brain
Do I even gotta say it?
Don’t be pranking outta bounds
Breaking news this **** dead
Written by: Robert Mitchell