Ghee Boe

1650 shit

Lil bitch

YAKWTFGO man

Kickin pimpin

Yeah

Them folks had tried 2 throw the chair at my big bro like triple H

My road dawg had went down the road 4 scammin **** banks

My X had Pac'd a **** she spit in that **** face

It's sweet chin music for these folks that's in the way

I shun these people til they pale like Michael in the face

My bitch be dressed like Chyna when she suck it wit ha face

I keep a Billy gun this generation like 2 play

The way this life be goin a have ya you wrestling wit ya faith

I swear I grew up Christian but my life been on the Edge

From a big dawg Pedigree I'll slam a **** on his head

I might go Sara Lee n Nature's own about my bread

I might go Undertaker when I pop up **** scared

I might go hardcore on em keep a hammer not a sledge

I might jus kill a bottle of the rum I like it red

Yo bitch keep hittin me up she shootin Vince McMahon txt

N every time she see me she jus wanna pin me 2 the bed

That's every damn time

You play I'll sock yo ass n have you bleedin just like Mankind

Lumpsomes comin in just a menstrual imma tampon

Give yo bitch that big boot I ain't Kevin Nash son

Lil bitch I am that one

God got it made for me to win got it set up for a **** got it made for me fend

Life was really on the ropes n Imma Hardy boy lil bitch

I'll tell ya bout yo ass fasho jus like a horoscope lil bitch

This how the story go lil bitch

When you always keep it real

My Baby mama Charlotte Flair she just want me to be a heel

Tryna make me a Guerrero like I lie n cheat n steal

Steady tryna pull me down it's like a ladder match fr

Thinkin we a even keel n yeen got the bodies 4 it

Stone cold drinkin beers while im waitin in the lobby for it

Rick flair persona look so good they wanna rob me for it

Shit gone fly you gotta know it

Wheels fall off we gotta tow it

I ain't a rapper imma poet

I smoke the gas n sip the moet

This life be really really fuckin wit me

Sometimes I swear it feel like WWE

The path they got me on im gone be touchin them Bs

Them folks had tried 2 throw the chair at my big bro like triple H

My road dawg had went down the road 4 scammin **** banks

My X had Pac'd a **** she spit in that **** face

It's sweet chin music for these folks that's in the way

I shun these people til they pale like Michael in the face

My bitch be dressed like Chyna when she suck it wit ha face

I keep a Billy gun this generation like 2 play

The way this life be goin a have ya you wrestling wit ya faith

Have ya wrestling wit ya Faith ay ay

Have ya wrestling wit ya faith ay ay

Have ya wrestling wit ya Faith ay ay

Have ya wrestling wit ya faith ay ay