Anna Mae Freestyle
Anna Mae Anna Mae Anna Mae Anna Mae
Eat dat cake
Spinning da bin wit dis pen it get sinister
Bet I go beat dat case
Dunk on da judge both of my nuts on his face
Nothing discussed
A gunna like I was out running wit thug
Thumbing thru hundreds and dubs
They know my verses be running a muck
You slip like you running in mud
Niggas will hate and say nothing but love
To trust is like puffin on dust
I'm back in dis bitch
They hate I'm back
I put my back in dis bitch
I'm bout to run up a sack in dis bitch
I'm lookin fashionably rich
I'm calling shots from the top of the Ritz
You know them candles get lit
Fie on da tip of the stick when it hit
Only throw salt on my grits
Every shot threw go swish
Every shot threw go swish
Every new watch das Swiss
Mr. my flow dont miss
They say I'm nuts and I spin like a wrench
You and yo friend a get drenched
I just sipped on what you spend on yo rent
Rainy day stashed in the vent
Give me dat mic boy dis Isn't yo thang
I thought dat u said u was dealing cocaine
I heard u was killing yo niggas fame
You really still think you da realest
Eat dat cake
Spinning da bin wit dis pen it get sinister
Bet I go beat dat case
Dunk on da judge both of my nuts on his face
Nothing discussed
A gunna like I was out running wit thug
Thumbing thru hundreds and dubs
They know my verses be running a muck
You slip like you running in mud
Niggas will hate and say nothing but love
To trust is like puffin on dust
I'm back in dis bitch
They hate I'm back
I put my back in dis bitch
I'm bout to run up a sack in dis bitch
I'm lookin fashionably rich
I'm calling shots from the top of the Ritz
You know them candles get lit
Fie on da tip of the stick when it hit
Only throw salt on my grits
Every shot threw go swish
Every shot threw go swish
Every new watch das Swiss
Mr. my flow dont miss
They say I'm nuts and I spin like a wrench
You and yo friend a get drenched
I just sipped on what you spend on yo rent
Rainy day stashed in the vent
Give me dat mic boy dis Isn't yo thang
I thought dat u said u was dealing cocaine
I heard u was killing yo niggas fame
You really still think you da realest
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Drumgoole, Glendino
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