Lyrics

That Cracka broke with no hustle but he blames it on the Jews Blame it on the boogie Jackson 5 on me too They smokin doja dreaming bout the cat I'm tryna make moves How the fuck can I be claustrophobic lock me in the stu Dirty Diana I was at the Ross now I won't dress for less They was talking shit but now it's congrats on your success They want beef zero stress field to fork farm to fresh There's plenty fish up in the sea But that shit always comes with a catch They gave that boy a chance, the rapper that they wouldn't answer Poking five deep full house, Danny Tanner My chopper gay have some respect when I'm in Wilton I got manors That glock MCQueen, Alexander Let it sing just like the cantor They won't forget my silhouette I'm looking through their window Get these rappers off my dick before I buy they ass a dildo I don't give a fuck they sending shots, tell them boy ditto Dreidel man, hammerhead shark, that boy a fucking minnow Why you beefing with a kid though Why you talking to your pillow I was stretching shit fashitsho Book the opps, that would be a shit show I left a mark I call it skid row Cause they dissing on the big bro Extended clip, and it look like a hippo Why they want me to be a sicko Everybody around me crank, no yes Man Hundred round drum leave his ass no info I'll leave them coins in the chest of a deadman She a lil nac nac she a lil nympho Used to jwett, now he do crypto Tiny Tim I like to tiptoe Jit was fucked up bout Calypso Hill bomb em no fransisco Paul Revere the ops are coming Imma let them peel Catch that boy and make him backflip like Jeleel Saddleback strapped like a horse, but I don't got concealed You trying to be gangster I'm a be a starr mass appeal That Cracka broke with no hustle but he blames it on the Jews Blame it on the boogie Jackson 5 on me too They smokin doja dreaming bout the cat I'm tryna make moves How the fuck can I be claustrophobic lock me in the stu Dirty Diana I was at the Ross now I won't dress for less They was talking shit but now it's congrats on your success They want beef zero stress field to fork farm to fresh There's plenty fish up in the sea But that shit always comes with a catch
Writer(s): Roy Hughes, Rami Casey, Benjamin Landy Pavlon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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