WARM UP
I just wrote some rhymes for no reason
And you know I'm changing like the seasons
Everyday you know that I be cheesing
Yea we bout to show it like a presentation
Yea we bout to show it like some demonstration
And we gon' paint a picture illustration
And we gon' light it up illumination
They spying like an investigation
We not connected like affiliation
Black and white like some segregation (Separation)
We gon' play like a tournament
We gon' hang like an ornanment
Uh
What y'all bitches wanna do
Cause you know I'm coming through
I don't got friends
Only got a couple homies
Bitches wanna talk shit they don't really know me
The good die young so it's rest in peace to Kobe
Used to be my dawg but that really was the old me
Put designer on my body got me looking real nice
I be getting high got me looking like a kite
These bitches really wrong but I'm looking really right
Why you talk shit but you really can't fight
Why you bitches talk shit but you really can't fight
I'm going up like a muh fucking kite
Or a fucking plane
Why you bitches so lame
(Wack ass hoes)
And you know I'm changing like the seasons
Everyday you know that I be cheesing
Yea we bout to show it like a presentation
Yea we bout to show it like some demonstration
And we gon' paint a picture illustration
And we gon' light it up illumination
They spying like an investigation
We not connected like affiliation
Black and white like some segregation (Separation)
We gon' play like a tournament
We gon' hang like an ornanment
Uh
What y'all bitches wanna do
Cause you know I'm coming through
I don't got friends
Only got a couple homies
Bitches wanna talk shit they don't really know me
The good die young so it's rest in peace to Kobe
Used to be my dawg but that really was the old me
Put designer on my body got me looking real nice
I be getting high got me looking like a kite
These bitches really wrong but I'm looking really right
Why you talk shit but you really can't fight
Why you bitches talk shit but you really can't fight
I'm going up like a muh fucking kite
Or a fucking plane
Why you bitches so lame
(Wack ass hoes)
Credits
Writer(s): R Vintage, Ralph Mitial
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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