Ego

Mula tote a big stick, glock 40 in my jeans
And when he shoot that bitch, T.I. make ya shoulder lean
Face shots get captured my nigga this ain't no acting
Smooth ghost wit the flow I'm dapper than Danny Phantom
You ain't never seen the mud, you ain't seen a drought
Mama told me all the pain, God gone wash it out
And when I said shut up, I got popped in my mouth
Bitch I'm Hailing from the A my nigga I'm from down south
I got southern hospitality
You should not combat wit me
Known to get it popping, watch us flip shit like an athlete
Begging for a feature, but ya can't get no verse wit me
You ain't in my section, so you know you can't converse wit me
Gucci head to toe, from the fiddet to my bows
Welcome to A Nigga Show, I'm Gee Baby I'm ya host
Reach up under ya seats, tell me what ya find
All the single ladies, cater to me, y'all been on my mind
Hustle ima grind, bitch I'm tryna shine
Bitch hit the pause one time

I wanna see yo big ol booty and yo cleavage, ain't no speakin, trick or treating catch my fetus, Hercules cletus cletus
Gee gone do em dirty, out the gym on some Like Mike shit
You ain't came to suck me up well sorry you're not my typa bitch
Held her under water for too long im screaming night night bitch
Spin in wit bout 7 on my back juh like Micheal Vick
Dog, I need a leash
I'm Gee it's nice to meet ya
Yeah the Hoes, on go
Big dick is what I feed em
And my steelo oh so Neyo
Set it off just like I'm Cleo
Ain't enough of me to go around
Come make love to my ego



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Writer(s): Jason Garrett
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