2 Blessed
Yeah
It's doee
Big doee
You know
Aye, too blessed
Yeah, yeah
Too blessed
Yeah, yeah
I'm too blessed
Yeahhhh
I'm too blessed to be stressed
I got blessed on the chest
Right above the breast
Free the real keep the rest
You was acting like a pest
Bitch go back to yo nest
Don't ask bout fake beef
That's some shit I won't address
Bitch I'm too legit to quit
I be preaching out the pit
If I want it, then I get
Asshole I'm the shit
Always knew that I could spit
Take a seat have a sit
Got bite got bark
But I never been bit
Why they hating on my style
Dawg, that shit make no sense
I can't ride in yo car
Cuz yo shit got no tints
Never beat around the bush
I ain't into dropping hints
I just poured up some juice
Now I'm smoking thin mints
Got a bad booshie chick
Coochie super thick
I be grabbing on her hips
While she biting on my lips
Broke bitches be sick
All these tools we equip
On tip with the clip
Don't have yo family saying rip
Put a nigga in a hearse
Pussy boy with a purse
You was asking for feat
I said no, I see it hurts
It's about who do it better
Not about who do it first
I got tired of the hunger
I got tired of the thirst
I got tired Of dropping all these mothafuckin' tapes
Never tired Of dropping all these mothafuckin' rakes
I hit the gas Can't take no mo mothafuckin' breaks
And I won't talk to the hook don't fuck with jakes
Pretty bitch I like her shape
Plus she taste like a grape
I love who love me
And my heart got no hate
Gotta eat by myself
No you can't get a plate
Niggas still trynna rob
Cuz they can't get no pape
You get no love
You was blood now you cuz
You was cuz now you blood
Wait man, what the fuck
I always keep shit a buck
All these niggas switching up
Slice a nigga here to there
He gone need stitching up
I ain't never bitching up
Lame niggas clicking up
And you see all this drip
That's what yo bitch licking up
I see ya mans dropped pick em up
You see a bitch done risen up
If yo ass, uh, thickened up
It make his dick, uh, stiffen up
Man that niggas do coke
It make his dick shrivel up
Imma real big dog
And you bitches little pups
Real big smoker
And you take little puffs
Man these niggas not hard
Not even a little tuff
Is she this is she that
Do she mix do she match
Me and zo in the stu
Just cooking up a batch
Yeah you biting off Shai
I write my shit from scratch
If I used to write yo raps
Don't speak on me, patch
Last time I was at, Uhhh
Baby momma house, Huh
I let my hat at that hoe
I like a freaky nasty bitch
Make her suck the dildo
And I'll stomp a nigga out
With a fucking steel toe
Then when I'm done blacking out
Imma hit the muhfucking heel toe
Damn, Do they? Do they? Uhh
Man, they don't fucking feel doee
Too blessed
Yeah, yeah
Too blessed
Yeah,yeah
I'm too blessed
Yeahhhhhh
Yeah, nigga
Y'all know Shai Doee
Shai Doee the fucking Chemist
In yo bitch mouth
Like the dentist
FLOSSIN
You know what the fuck go on
You can't count me out nigga
You can't black ball me
I'm ShaiDoee
I can't be blackballed
Don't do that
I don't think you wanna do that
If you wanna do that
Just let me know if you wanna do that
We can talk about doing that
Look, we can really talk about doing that
But,uh, You know
Idk man
Ion wanna say too much
It's doee
Big doee
You know
Aye, too blessed
Yeah, yeah
Too blessed
Yeah, yeah
I'm too blessed
Yeahhhh
I'm too blessed to be stressed
I got blessed on the chest
Right above the breast
Free the real keep the rest
You was acting like a pest
Bitch go back to yo nest
Don't ask bout fake beef
That's some shit I won't address
Bitch I'm too legit to quit
I be preaching out the pit
If I want it, then I get
Asshole I'm the shit
Always knew that I could spit
Take a seat have a sit
Got bite got bark
But I never been bit
Why they hating on my style
Dawg, that shit make no sense
I can't ride in yo car
Cuz yo shit got no tints
Never beat around the bush
I ain't into dropping hints
I just poured up some juice
Now I'm smoking thin mints
Got a bad booshie chick
Coochie super thick
I be grabbing on her hips
While she biting on my lips
Broke bitches be sick
All these tools we equip
On tip with the clip
Don't have yo family saying rip
Put a nigga in a hearse
Pussy boy with a purse
You was asking for feat
I said no, I see it hurts
It's about who do it better
Not about who do it first
I got tired of the hunger
I got tired of the thirst
I got tired Of dropping all these mothafuckin' tapes
Never tired Of dropping all these mothafuckin' rakes
I hit the gas Can't take no mo mothafuckin' breaks
And I won't talk to the hook don't fuck with jakes
Pretty bitch I like her shape
Plus she taste like a grape
I love who love me
And my heart got no hate
Gotta eat by myself
No you can't get a plate
Niggas still trynna rob
Cuz they can't get no pape
You get no love
You was blood now you cuz
You was cuz now you blood
Wait man, what the fuck
I always keep shit a buck
All these niggas switching up
Slice a nigga here to there
He gone need stitching up
I ain't never bitching up
Lame niggas clicking up
And you see all this drip
That's what yo bitch licking up
I see ya mans dropped pick em up
You see a bitch done risen up
If yo ass, uh, thickened up
It make his dick, uh, stiffen up
Man that niggas do coke
It make his dick shrivel up
Imma real big dog
And you bitches little pups
Real big smoker
And you take little puffs
Man these niggas not hard
Not even a little tuff
Is she this is she that
Do she mix do she match
Me and zo in the stu
Just cooking up a batch
Yeah you biting off Shai
I write my shit from scratch
If I used to write yo raps
Don't speak on me, patch
Last time I was at, Uhhh
Baby momma house, Huh
I let my hat at that hoe
I like a freaky nasty bitch
Make her suck the dildo
And I'll stomp a nigga out
With a fucking steel toe
Then when I'm done blacking out
Imma hit the muhfucking heel toe
Damn, Do they? Do they? Uhh
Man, they don't fucking feel doee
Too blessed
Yeah, yeah
Too blessed
Yeah,yeah
I'm too blessed
Yeahhhhhh
Yeah, nigga
Y'all know Shai Doee
Shai Doee the fucking Chemist
In yo bitch mouth
Like the dentist
FLOSSIN
You know what the fuck go on
You can't count me out nigga
You can't black ball me
I'm ShaiDoee
I can't be blackballed
Don't do that
I don't think you wanna do that
If you wanna do that
Just let me know if you wanna do that
We can talk about doing that
Look, we can really talk about doing that
But,uh, You know
Idk man
Ion wanna say too much
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Writer(s): Shaionna Brown
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