James Harden
Yo nigga actin' itty bitty, very scary
Runnin' from the pussy like it's Tom and Jerry
Can't say hello to Kitty if she very hairy
She call me Pussy Monster, I'll be very scary
Smokin' flower by the hour, plant like potter, Harry
You tryna lick it, we can kick it, Messi, Vinitieri
With the birds, I'm a legend like that nigga Larry
But I ain't never get no ring, so I can't get married
Inna spider with a bitch named Jane, and she smokin' Mary
And she don't ever pass a blizzy till her makeup ready
Aww wow, party foul, double dribble carry
And I been about that bag, all y'all niggas hefty
MacBook, time to cook, gettin' cheffy, cheffy
The way these niggas tellin' tales, I know they eat they veggies
I been studyin' all night, I hope a nigga test me
She like it soft out, hard in, like the bearded lefty
Lately I don't care how niggas feel, I been smokin' gas like Shell
I been comin' out my shell like snail
She touchin' on my body like Braille
Spittin' hot, hot like hell
Almost snapped, but I caught myself
Could never take a loss myself
I would have to off myself
Candy candy candy candy cane
You can hide the high, but can't hide the pain
Girl, you don't gotta match my weed, but you gotta match my insane
Niggas been sippin' Minute Maid, niggas gon' be mad in a minute
Niggas already know what time it is
Ain't getting a dime, but they know the business
Runnin' from the pussy like it's Tom and Jerry
Can't say hello to Kitty if she very hairy
She call me Pussy Monster, I'll be very scary
Smokin' flower by the hour, plant like potter, Harry
You tryna lick it, we can kick it, Messi, Vinitieri
With the birds, I'm a legend like that nigga Larry
But I ain't never get no ring, so I can't get married
Inna spider with a bitch named Jane, and she smokin' Mary
And she don't ever pass a blizzy till her makeup ready
Aww wow, party foul, double dribble carry
And I been about that bag, all y'all niggas hefty
MacBook, time to cook, gettin' cheffy, cheffy
The way these niggas tellin' tales, I know they eat they veggies
I been studyin' all night, I hope a nigga test me
She like it soft out, hard in, like the bearded lefty
Lately I don't care how niggas feel, I been smokin' gas like Shell
I been comin' out my shell like snail
She touchin' on my body like Braille
Spittin' hot, hot like hell
Almost snapped, but I caught myself
Could never take a loss myself
I would have to off myself
Candy candy candy candy cane
You can hide the high, but can't hide the pain
Girl, you don't gotta match my weed, but you gotta match my insane
Niggas been sippin' Minute Maid, niggas gon' be mad in a minute
Niggas already know what time it is
Ain't getting a dime, but they know the business
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Writer(s): Eric Watson
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