My Favourite Song

I got way too many bitches that want their future kids to rock my denim
Feeling nauseous
Man this is alarming
I'm blabbing let me wait...
Ask em how they feeling (Huh)
Are they smoking blunts?
Are they counting on me losing?
Are they...
Are they...
Are they counting on my minutes? (Aye)
Ain't no mathematics but they counting on my millions to survive though
This money mine hoe
So I just tell em find a better way to thrive so
You can wipe your tears with payrolls
No need for slick ass angles
Like giving up your anal
You know that shit your temple
So don't ever dumb your worth for any niggas with Madibas (Aye)
Slaving for a man that fought for our freedom well damn
Well I am not in your shoes so what I say can be invalid if you want to
If you want to

Lord knows I ain't never done non
Don't fuck around with some relationships
Tell em I don't need a bitch
I just wanna take over the summer
Tell em that we been gone
Tell em that we been fit
But I do admit it
Kevin might just shake it off when it's bout they vision
Pray to God we taking off
Hoping that we great
Motherfucker know we great
By law



Credits
Writer(s): Keoikantse Mandubo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link