Helper to Hero
Shoot first, ask shit later, like I'm vengeance
Fuck it, I'm a player, ima stay here for the romance
Roll it, moving forward, I've been aiming for an advance
Timer don't stop, can it wait 'til the lap dance?
Here's the news, you a Pro Freak, call you fat man
You aint faithful, that's the Scoop, call you out then
Gave you a chance, giving head, like you're less than
Climbing on top, It can't wait for the lap dance
When I fuck on you, really better Call Me King Kong
Keep a buck with you, don't deserve a dick this long
Keep a stick on me, gonna rock a table, ping pong
I can hit it from the back without a Swing, Um...
Cause I'm quicker than a wink, despite might what you think
Words don't really hurt me, have you bruising 'fore you blink
You're a twink, you're a fucking nuisance, you won't throw hands
Coolest in the room cause you wear a pair of Ray-Bans
Uh, sinner ambition
Take a minute with it, think of figures, fashioning missions
Putting two and two together like a mathematician,
And I'm planning shit out like a master tactician
Told her get in position, I'm a female physician
Better watch your fucking back because she fixing for fission
I'm just copping me a feel, and I'm free as a lancer
All me, she think that I'm canceling cancer
I'm the first man with a stand and an answer
Ima work hard till my man is a dancer
Ima shoot stars, see the bands in my hands, sir
That's the worst plan, understand, but you can't, sir
Get the facts falsified, you fight me, get emulsified
Never divide only multiply
Only truth, cause I'm sick of lies
All the people round me, family need me to survive
I highly reckon, stick your neck in for a fourth of the force
I may have caused it cause the comets on a collision course
I stay protected, pick a weapon, got a pen and a sword
You take the loss cause due to me your girl is getting divorced
Gotta let the man cook, gonna let the beat simmer
Keyboard on his hands, better call my mans Zimmer
Batter in the pan, gonna make her thick thinner
Better than her man, butter damn, call me winner
Better than her man, butter damn, call me winner
Ima eat her up, gonna call that bitch dinner
Fuck it, I'm a player, ima stay here for the romance
Roll it, moving forward, I've been aiming for an advance
Timer don't stop, can it wait 'til the lap dance?
Here's the news, you a Pro Freak, call you fat man
You aint faithful, that's the Scoop, call you out then
Gave you a chance, giving head, like you're less than
Climbing on top, It can't wait for the lap dance
When I fuck on you, really better Call Me King Kong
Keep a buck with you, don't deserve a dick this long
Keep a stick on me, gonna rock a table, ping pong
I can hit it from the back without a Swing, Um...
Cause I'm quicker than a wink, despite might what you think
Words don't really hurt me, have you bruising 'fore you blink
You're a twink, you're a fucking nuisance, you won't throw hands
Coolest in the room cause you wear a pair of Ray-Bans
Uh, sinner ambition
Take a minute with it, think of figures, fashioning missions
Putting two and two together like a mathematician,
And I'm planning shit out like a master tactician
Told her get in position, I'm a female physician
Better watch your fucking back because she fixing for fission
I'm just copping me a feel, and I'm free as a lancer
All me, she think that I'm canceling cancer
I'm the first man with a stand and an answer
Ima work hard till my man is a dancer
Ima shoot stars, see the bands in my hands, sir
That's the worst plan, understand, but you can't, sir
Get the facts falsified, you fight me, get emulsified
Never divide only multiply
Only truth, cause I'm sick of lies
All the people round me, family need me to survive
I highly reckon, stick your neck in for a fourth of the force
I may have caused it cause the comets on a collision course
I stay protected, pick a weapon, got a pen and a sword
You take the loss cause due to me your girl is getting divorced
Gotta let the man cook, gonna let the beat simmer
Keyboard on his hands, better call my mans Zimmer
Batter in the pan, gonna make her thick thinner
Better than her man, butter damn, call me winner
Better than her man, butter damn, call me winner
Ima eat her up, gonna call that bitch dinner
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Writer(s): Jonathan Sossi Romano
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