Extra Dedication
Oh, they got me on my young nigga shit
Oh yeah
They got me on my free car music shit holmes
Itee den
Let me talk to them real quick on Kingsley
Look
You niggas need some gratitude
And pay some motherfucking homage
All that Pillow talk
See, that's the motherfucking problem
What you focus on
I hope some motherfucking dollars
What you focus on
I hope some motherfucking dollars
My, my, my life a movie like training day
Yelling at da Jakes like Macy Gray
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Still a clock a bitch like Flavor Flav
Y'all know Kent gon' get it started
By myself, I don't need no accomplice
It's just me and my little ass rocket
This bitch look like a portable charger
Nah, nah, nah, let's talk some more
Still test boot on aluminum foil
Still a bomb ass dad for sure
Make my daughter come do these chores
Then I'm gone outside with the whore
I got a brand new shiny 4-4
This bitch catch cases like a lawyer
And spin like a fancy ass door
Nigga said if I do that
He gon' come around here fire
On A-Rod, I did that shit
And I'm still safe when I'm outside
Man, these niggas, they all bark
Like a pit bull in his prime
And I still call niggas bluffs
Yeah, I star 69
Y'all know me, I'm pound for pound
Dog on a bus like a Greyhound
Like Lil' Jock is going down
Still ah side like a playground
Ain't trying to box, I got some rounds
Bout my beef like a quarter pound
Gave his ass all type of bald heads
Ask him how that chemo sound
Ten toes down,
Im on my feet
Keep that steal like ima theif
Keep them drugs like pharmacies
Still put in my molly in my weed
I'm a shark like deep blue sea
I need appeal like parolees
And my shit bring em' to the yard
To the yard like I'm Khalees
I lean back like Remy Ma
Pop that boot till my organs done
Ain't no fun if Kent gotta gun
Pull a nigga caught like a digimon
Boy, you a bitch like a female dog
And a yorkie what comes to mined
Pull a knife from behind my back
Cut a nigga like I jumpeed in line
On Kingsley, they ass gon' hate
Niggas be broke and they be gay
But that molly thats my bae
I might love her more than che che
But I'm still stepping for che
We could catch the fade like Play
Let it go further than that
And I'ma shoot it out like Klay
Out the mud and off the muscle
Still hate niggas like Uncle Ruckus
Cause they start off in the field
They run away like Harry Tubman
In the Tahoe, I was coming
In that big boy with the button
Hanging off the back of the truck
Looking like I work for DPW
Push up on my thot
I'm trying to eat one of they ass
Push up on my thot
I'm trying to eat one of they ass
Oh yeah
They got me on my free car music shit holmes
Itee den
Let me talk to them real quick on Kingsley
Look
You niggas need some gratitude
And pay some motherfucking homage
All that Pillow talk
See, that's the motherfucking problem
What you focus on
I hope some motherfucking dollars
What you focus on
I hope some motherfucking dollars
My, my, my life a movie like training day
Yelling at da Jakes like Macy Gray
King Kong ain't got shit on me
Still a clock a bitch like Flavor Flav
Y'all know Kent gon' get it started
By myself, I don't need no accomplice
It's just me and my little ass rocket
This bitch look like a portable charger
Nah, nah, nah, let's talk some more
Still test boot on aluminum foil
Still a bomb ass dad for sure
Make my daughter come do these chores
Then I'm gone outside with the whore
I got a brand new shiny 4-4
This bitch catch cases like a lawyer
And spin like a fancy ass door
Nigga said if I do that
He gon' come around here fire
On A-Rod, I did that shit
And I'm still safe when I'm outside
Man, these niggas, they all bark
Like a pit bull in his prime
And I still call niggas bluffs
Yeah, I star 69
Y'all know me, I'm pound for pound
Dog on a bus like a Greyhound
Like Lil' Jock is going down
Still ah side like a playground
Ain't trying to box, I got some rounds
Bout my beef like a quarter pound
Gave his ass all type of bald heads
Ask him how that chemo sound
Ten toes down,
Im on my feet
Keep that steal like ima theif
Keep them drugs like pharmacies
Still put in my molly in my weed
I'm a shark like deep blue sea
I need appeal like parolees
And my shit bring em' to the yard
To the yard like I'm Khalees
I lean back like Remy Ma
Pop that boot till my organs done
Ain't no fun if Kent gotta gun
Pull a nigga caught like a digimon
Boy, you a bitch like a female dog
And a yorkie what comes to mined
Pull a knife from behind my back
Cut a nigga like I jumpeed in line
On Kingsley, they ass gon' hate
Niggas be broke and they be gay
But that molly thats my bae
I might love her more than che che
But I'm still stepping for che
We could catch the fade like Play
Let it go further than that
And I'ma shoot it out like Klay
Out the mud and off the muscle
Still hate niggas like Uncle Ruckus
Cause they start off in the field
They run away like Harry Tubman
In the Tahoe, I was coming
In that big boy with the button
Hanging off the back of the truck
Looking like I work for DPW
Push up on my thot
I'm trying to eat one of they ass
Push up on my thot
I'm trying to eat one of they ass
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Molly
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