M.F.Y.
Man fuck y'all
Look
I'm on porn blogs
Corn dogs
Asking why I would do that
Texas making waves
Well these desert dunes will do that
The girl's a democrat
I gave that bitch a fuckin blue back
And I only want the job done
If she wears her GOLF shoes black
Uh, it's Mr. GOLF cap
Back at it again
With his track snapping actions that he does
When he's bored
So adored
That I speak about him from the third point
Such a narcissist but it's a plus
What's them shades for boy
What them
What them
What them shades for boy
Man fuck y'all
What them shades for boy
What them
What them
What them shades for boy
Man fuck y'all
Look
I'm blowing bitches back
No twelve-gauge
Hell-blaze
I'm a new mage
If not that
Then I'm going harder than two rings
Got a few things that I'd like to say
Like to think I'm on my merry way
To the very top
So if you don't mind
I'm moving here
So excuse me
I'm a nice guy what can I say
Hit the sack to self medicate
If you fuck with me
Well then J and J will touch you
And then bike away
I got a vehicle bright green
OF sticker bright pink
Girl got the voice like Levine
So I take her home and I let her sing
What's them shades for boy
What them
What them
What them shades for boy
Man fuck y'all
What them shades for boy
What them
What them
What them shades for boy
Man fuck y'all
Mister Wick with the witnesses
Sprinting all the businesses
Got my Ray-Bans
There ain't no need for mask
Procedure running smoothly
All the part I see them moving
The second I step in
I'm checking what everyone's doing
I'm packed with no Uzi
Y'all hurting and losing
I'm slept on like roofies
Y'all reeling like movies
I tend the plantation you just a farm hoe
I'm in circulation like a common cold
Sickest illness you ever done witness
Like black plague come at ya
I scare ya like banshees
Cause I am the killer who wouldn't be gone
If it wasn't for them kid's hoe ass dog
Got two bags ain't talking 'bout under my eyes
You wanna fight nah homie yeah we both know you lying
You talking through
You talking through the fucking skin of your eyes
Use the smiles as disguise against this fuckin enterprise
Got a pair of black shades the sides say M.F.Y.
You know what that means
Man fuck y'all
Anytime
Got a whole team screaming
Fuck y'all
Anytime
I hope you get message
Man fuck y'all
M.F.Y.
I gave you a fuckin chance
Now it's time to start praying
Look
I'm on porn blogs
Corn dogs
Asking why I would do that
Texas making waves
Well these desert dunes will do that
The girl's a democrat
I gave that bitch a fuckin blue back
And I only want the job done
If she wears her GOLF shoes black
Uh, it's Mr. GOLF cap
Back at it again
With his track snapping actions that he does
When he's bored
So adored
That I speak about him from the third point
Such a narcissist but it's a plus
What's them shades for boy
What them
What them
What them shades for boy
Man fuck y'all
What them shades for boy
What them
What them
What them shades for boy
Man fuck y'all
Look
I'm blowing bitches back
No twelve-gauge
Hell-blaze
I'm a new mage
If not that
Then I'm going harder than two rings
Got a few things that I'd like to say
Like to think I'm on my merry way
To the very top
So if you don't mind
I'm moving here
So excuse me
I'm a nice guy what can I say
Hit the sack to self medicate
If you fuck with me
Well then J and J will touch you
And then bike away
I got a vehicle bright green
OF sticker bright pink
Girl got the voice like Levine
So I take her home and I let her sing
What's them shades for boy
What them
What them
What them shades for boy
Man fuck y'all
What them shades for boy
What them
What them
What them shades for boy
Man fuck y'all
Mister Wick with the witnesses
Sprinting all the businesses
Got my Ray-Bans
There ain't no need for mask
Procedure running smoothly
All the part I see them moving
The second I step in
I'm checking what everyone's doing
I'm packed with no Uzi
Y'all hurting and losing
I'm slept on like roofies
Y'all reeling like movies
I tend the plantation you just a farm hoe
I'm in circulation like a common cold
Sickest illness you ever done witness
Like black plague come at ya
I scare ya like banshees
Cause I am the killer who wouldn't be gone
If it wasn't for them kid's hoe ass dog
Got two bags ain't talking 'bout under my eyes
You wanna fight nah homie yeah we both know you lying
You talking through
You talking through the fucking skin of your eyes
Use the smiles as disguise against this fuckin enterprise
Got a pair of black shades the sides say M.F.Y.
You know what that means
Man fuck y'all
Anytime
Got a whole team screaming
Fuck y'all
Anytime
I hope you get message
Man fuck y'all
M.F.Y.
I gave you a fuckin chance
Now it's time to start praying
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Writer(s): Mark Aceves
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