Gimme Gimme
Here that fuckin' come yeah
Better fuckin' run yeah
Me I brought the high and low
Lil' Sample brought the thump yeah
I been known to plug yeah
Roll it up and tug hair
Baby don't so much but in the bedroom she like fuck yes
So called rappers all can blow me
Y'all quit actin' like you know me
Hiring girls to watch you smokin'
Y'all be out here actin phony
Fuckin' mattresses y'all want it
Me and rap in matrimony
Man your videos were borin'
But that actress made you horny
Paid a g-note for that pussy
But she called me in the mornin'
Lick the lollypop like la-la
Disappear that dick like ta-da
She like yo...
On the real they fuckin' borin' yo
Wi-fi just can't hold me
If I brought it got it loaded
If you thought I overdosed
Well I suppose that was the story
Only me all by my lonely
Only devil telephone me
Hold me down like ocean water
Caus' my mouth a little foamy
All my friends in the highlight
All my friends live the high life
All my friends on the grind right
All my friends in the lime light
But y'all like
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme
What the fuck you want from me I ain't that complicated
I'm sorry that's a lie I'm more like Ghandi and the Matrix
I been in and out my head about a million different places
My baby girl a martian pick her up we outer spacin' yo
She told me leave that alone, they don't be what I'm on
They Velveeta and prawns, me I be duck l'Orange
Fuck your weak ass lil' rhymes and that cheap ass cologne
Where you be at, I blown, we don't belong be gone
Feelin' like I won the lottery, Lotta people still lie to me, Love or hate it don't bother me
Molly poppin' was problem, not probly stoppin' i gotta be
Common sense not so commonly known, now it's for profit yo
Not given it up, Not given it up, you playin' some games
I been in the rut, just fuckin' it up, livin' my life like I'm paper mache
See be in the love, not lovin' enough, one hand on the trigger, one foot in the grave
And baby was born on the day I was saved
All my friends in the highlight
All my friends live the high life
All my friends on the grind right
All my friends in the lime light
But y'all like
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme
Better fuckin' run yeah
Me I brought the high and low
Lil' Sample brought the thump yeah
I been known to plug yeah
Roll it up and tug hair
Baby don't so much but in the bedroom she like fuck yes
So called rappers all can blow me
Y'all quit actin' like you know me
Hiring girls to watch you smokin'
Y'all be out here actin phony
Fuckin' mattresses y'all want it
Me and rap in matrimony
Man your videos were borin'
But that actress made you horny
Paid a g-note for that pussy
But she called me in the mornin'
Lick the lollypop like la-la
Disappear that dick like ta-da
She like yo...
On the real they fuckin' borin' yo
Wi-fi just can't hold me
If I brought it got it loaded
If you thought I overdosed
Well I suppose that was the story
Only me all by my lonely
Only devil telephone me
Hold me down like ocean water
Caus' my mouth a little foamy
All my friends in the highlight
All my friends live the high life
All my friends on the grind right
All my friends in the lime light
But y'all like
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme
What the fuck you want from me I ain't that complicated
I'm sorry that's a lie I'm more like Ghandi and the Matrix
I been in and out my head about a million different places
My baby girl a martian pick her up we outer spacin' yo
She told me leave that alone, they don't be what I'm on
They Velveeta and prawns, me I be duck l'Orange
Fuck your weak ass lil' rhymes and that cheap ass cologne
Where you be at, I blown, we don't belong be gone
Feelin' like I won the lottery, Lotta people still lie to me, Love or hate it don't bother me
Molly poppin' was problem, not probly stoppin' i gotta be
Common sense not so commonly known, now it's for profit yo
Not given it up, Not given it up, you playin' some games
I been in the rut, just fuckin' it up, livin' my life like I'm paper mache
See be in the love, not lovin' enough, one hand on the trigger, one foot in the grave
And baby was born on the day I was saved
All my friends in the highlight
All my friends live the high life
All my friends on the grind right
All my friends in the lime light
But y'all like
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme, Gimme This Gimme That
Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme Gimme
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Writer(s): A Midds
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