Mylezz & Mikey - TEACH YOU 2

Teach You

I'mma stunt on you
To the point where you sick of me
I know that you sick of me
(You sick of me?)
Your mind is where you can't rid of me
Baby, you'll always be feeling me
No cap
I'm best out the pack
(I'm best out the pack)
I no chat
(I do not chat)
I just rap
(Go write a rap)
You know I do this in my sleep right
(Pussy)
Don't plagiarize, know to write
(Pussy)
Learn the buttons, know not to push me
(Don't try me)
Or you'll get red beams
(Pussy)
Oh, no fire control
Stop, drop, and roll
And watch me hit the floor

Teach You
(I just gotta)
Teach You
(Let me fucking)
Teach You
(You gotta let me, this bag is so heavy, hol' up)
Teach You
(You gotta let me)
Teach You
(You gotta let me)
Teach You
(You gotta let me)
Teach You
Teach You
(You gotta let me)
Teach You
Teach You
(You gotta let me)
Teach You

We do not hate ourselves
We're sweet we taste ourselves
(Yummy)
Go dummy, fuck the floor up
Get that money
Whats in this hat
(Bunny)
You fall for that
(Oh, honey)
It's giving more cake
You wanna zoom in this
I got 4k, spin the block on em'
Fuck a court date
I'm saying too much, pooch on a bitch
Cause your walk ain't tough
You follow suit...
You thinking tux
I'm thinking bucks, jewels, and such
I'mma go and chasse on em'
Lemme go and get paid on em'
Up a check
(Up a check)
Up a check
(Up a check)
Out of debt?
(Out of debt)
Out of debt

Teach You
(I just gotta)
Teach You
(Let me fucking)
Teach You
(You got to let me, this bag is so heavy hol' up)
Teach You
(Let me fucking)
Teach You
(Let me fucking)
Teach You
(You gotta let me)
(You gotta let me)
Teach You
(You gotta let me)
Teach You
(You gotta let me)
Teach You
(You gotta let me, this bag is so heavy hol' up)
Teach You
Teach You
Teach You
Teach You
(You gotta let me)
Teach You
(You gotta let me)
Teach You
(You gotta let me)
Teach You
(You gotta let me)

Pooch
Pooch
Pooch
Teach You
Pooch

Uh
Oh my, in my Armani piece
(This Armani)
Button down, silk fleece
(Uh, huh)
Strutting down Miami Beach
Artificial pussy, when I release
(Pooch)
I'm a hot nigga, that's fair in height
Peep the red bottom, sriracha spice
Fall in love, I know they might

Teach You
I'mma
(Pooch)
Just
(Pooch)
Teach You
Just
(Pooch)

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Writer(s): Mylezz L
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