No Name
CBC takin' shots from the murder scene
You can't fuck with my game when I'm sane
Motherfuckers thought she would be left behind
You better run, motherfuckers run run
You better respect the Godmother
Before I burst your ass with a motherfuckin' *****
The Art of War ain't for suckers yo
Ain't no b*tch can bring me down
Nobody can bring me down
When my clique all around
Call me Lone Wolf now, can't sleep at Waldorf now
Ain't nobody better than this b*tch right here
To bring this sh*t to a whole new atmosphere
Yo yo
Check this out, check this out
This way way way way way out of control y'all
This way way way too cold for you to hold
This far far far from hell
Still I'm your motherfuckin' nightmare
This way way way too crazy to be told
Still this n*gga right here, she rose from the dead y'all
Back in 1999 yo check me out, you feel me?
Raisin' again from the dead in 2k19
Then it was twenty years later...
Yo yo
Check this out, check this out
Can't stop me, won't stop me
Won't feel me, can't see me
Cause I'm aimin' for something out of your reach
God gave me strong powers, for real
Way out your reach
Aimin' for top dogs and b*tches like the top of Eiffel Tower
Hope you won't fall from the top of Paris tower
I'm gonna be a fuckin' b*tch on top
Like the Queen of the Hill, like Mohamed Ali and Tyson
My punches knocks you out at distance
You can't fuck with my game when I'm sane
Motherfuckers thought she would be left behind
You better run, motherfuckers run run
You better respect the Godmother
Before I burst your ass with a motherfuckin' *****
The Art of War ain't for suckers yo
Ain't no b*tch can bring me down
Nobody can bring me down
When my clique all around
Call me Lone Wolf now, can't sleep at Waldorf now
Ain't nobody better than this b*tch right here
To bring this sh*t to a whole new atmosphere
Yo yo
Check this out, check this out
This way way way way way out of control y'all
This way way way too cold for you to hold
This far far far from hell
Still I'm your motherfuckin' nightmare
This way way way too crazy to be told
Still this n*gga right here, she rose from the dead y'all
Back in 1999 yo check me out, you feel me?
Raisin' again from the dead in 2k19
Then it was twenty years later...
Yo yo
Check this out, check this out
Can't stop me, won't stop me
Won't feel me, can't see me
Cause I'm aimin' for something out of your reach
God gave me strong powers, for real
Way out your reach
Aimin' for top dogs and b*tches like the top of Eiffel Tower
Hope you won't fall from the top of Paris tower
I'm gonna be a fuckin' b*tch on top
Like the Queen of the Hill, like Mohamed Ali and Tyson
My punches knocks you out at distance
Credits
Writer(s): Isabelle Giguere
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