Yeah, y’all boys thought i was, come on
I ain’t no p#ss#
I’ma, i’ma just talk my talk over this sh#t, come on
It’s no problem, i can get it gone
Where’s your bands? show ’em off
I promise i would snap at them if they just try to hold me off
White hoes getting turnt
Super hot, let’s get work
It’s three-fifty for ricky shirts
You think you there, i’ma show you first
You got some problems, i got solutions
I copped ten bands, i know i recouped it
Everything i say, stand on, pursue it
I got your b#tch in my room choosing
And it be the hot bone, i gotta cool it
Since i was fourteen, i been fooling
Think that you tough, boy, who you fooling?
Anything you do, i could improve it
I’m tired of these grown men acting like hoes
I started a new wave, that is for sure
I told ’em that k-u-r-a is the goat
I leave the department with more than a tote
Y’all some broke #ss lame #ss bums
I promise i do all this sh#t for the fun
I name off the top of my head who my sons
They copy me all the way down to the drums
It’s more than the fashion, it’s more than the music, you gotta give me respect
I drop one tape and they all wanna be me, i guess that’s the f#cking effect
The ccp or the cdg, find a piece that i’m gon’ select
Talking down on me but your #ss is broke, take a second please to reflect
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