Comfy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Know what I'm saying?
Greatest show on motherfucking Earth
Turn me up a little bit, the beat, my boy
(Yeah) Yeah
Mm
Yeah
All that he say, she say
Come touch me with your own hands, do I need say?
I'm tryna get between your legs, just like Eastbay
We hit, turning up to your song on the freeway
Black people time on my wrist, ice got my shit delayed
Every time she see me she can't stop smiling, like Kool-Aid
M to the O to the B, I'm tryna get paid
Know that I gotta handle the business like briefcase
Know that I carry the weight, just like diabetes
Know that the street get colder so I keep my heater
Latex for a little bitch who tryna eat it
She want Michael Jackson bad, so I told her, "Beat it"
When you get too comfortable, like you ain't been mistreated
Make me want to take a step back, I'm retreatin'
Pussy good, I won't stay down, I'ma re-treat it
They really don't know nothing but listen to the beat, yeah
They really don't know nothing just listen to some words
That they heard, so they thinking that
They pulling up with birds (Brr)
They ain't ever sip no lean or had they words slurred
I get geeked up, got me way richer than the nerds
In the backseat, with my feet up, close curtains
I get in her skin and she get a little nervous
I won't play pretend, I ain't acting, no rehearsin'
Yes I am the Act and this the greatest show on Earth, yeah
This the greatest show on Earth
Yeah
Yeah, I'm not from outta here, no I'm not an earthling
I just fell in love with mushroom like Papa Smurf did
Break a leg on stage, but you must know I ain't hurting
Know a nigga finna walk down like I'm Herschel
Talk of the town like I was in a commercial
Show that you want get down, promise I won't hurt you
Say that she gon' fly to town, send her on commercials
Like when I call you "Baby," like had rebirthed you
Know that you my baby like I just went and burped you
Bad bitch, silly, and her favorite color purple
Finger on the trigger, pull it tight like a girdle
Hard body, you would think I was a ninja turtle
Yeah
Ayy, and I ain't get it how you gon' get it
Yeah
We ain't do no playin' around no more
Gave y'all the real raw, haha
Know what I'm saying?
Greatest show on motherfucking Earth
Turn me up a little bit, the beat, my boy
(Yeah) Yeah
Mm
Yeah
All that he say, she say
Come touch me with your own hands, do I need say?
I'm tryna get between your legs, just like Eastbay
We hit, turning up to your song on the freeway
Black people time on my wrist, ice got my shit delayed
Every time she see me she can't stop smiling, like Kool-Aid
M to the O to the B, I'm tryna get paid
Know that I gotta handle the business like briefcase
Know that I carry the weight, just like diabetes
Know that the street get colder so I keep my heater
Latex for a little bitch who tryna eat it
She want Michael Jackson bad, so I told her, "Beat it"
When you get too comfortable, like you ain't been mistreated
Make me want to take a step back, I'm retreatin'
Pussy good, I won't stay down, I'ma re-treat it
They really don't know nothing but listen to the beat, yeah
They really don't know nothing just listen to some words
That they heard, so they thinking that
They pulling up with birds (Brr)
They ain't ever sip no lean or had they words slurred
I get geeked up, got me way richer than the nerds
In the backseat, with my feet up, close curtains
I get in her skin and she get a little nervous
I won't play pretend, I ain't acting, no rehearsin'
Yes I am the Act and this the greatest show on Earth, yeah
This the greatest show on Earth
Yeah
Yeah, I'm not from outta here, no I'm not an earthling
I just fell in love with mushroom like Papa Smurf did
Break a leg on stage, but you must know I ain't hurting
Know a nigga finna walk down like I'm Herschel
Talk of the town like I was in a commercial
Show that you want get down, promise I won't hurt you
Say that she gon' fly to town, send her on commercials
Like when I call you "Baby," like had rebirthed you
Know that you my baby like I just went and burped you
Bad bitch, silly, and her favorite color purple
Finger on the trigger, pull it tight like a girdle
Hard body, you would think I was a ninja turtle
Yeah
Ayy, and I ain't get it how you gon' get it
Yeah
We ain't do no playin' around no more
Gave y'all the real raw, haha
Credits
Writer(s): Troy Vashon Donte Lane
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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