On What You On
M.D.B (tuh)
Uh Um (yall not fuckin' with me)
Yea
I had to tell them pussy niggas where I'm at, case you pussy niggas ride around lookin' for me (Where I'm at, lookin' for me)
And I can't go nowhere without my gun, in case you pussy niggas tryna run up on me (Without my gun, on me)
I had to tell her I ain't fuckin' no fan, I told her, baby, you ain't gotta put your pussy on me (You ain't gotta put your pussy on me)
I had to tell them hoes just who I am, I told her, baby, you ain't fuckin' with M.D.B (They ain't fuckin' with M.D.B)
Gave me her number, what you wantin' from me? Hmm
I had to pass her like a layup, I ain't ask her for it (I ain't ask her for it)
I told her, baby, I'm a player, this ain't basketball (This ain't basketball)
I told her, I'ma see her later and forgot to call (And I forgot to call)
I told her, baby, I'm a player, so the Lakers call (The Lakers called)
I tote this bitch and got her leg long as extension cord (Bow)
I told the boy, I don't be playin', Harley blew his ass (Bow)
I told his ass, I don't do fightin', I'm a pretty boy (Nah)
I told they ass, I don't do writin', ain't believe his ass (They ain't)
That nigga think he really gangsta till I leave his ass (Til I leave his ass, damn)
And Harley got him wearin' Pumas, so his sneakers fast (Zoom)
T-Money really had to do him, caught shots to the ass (Bow)
Say you not fuckin' with my music, like, who the fuck askin'?
I know this bitch just a Camaro, but it ride like a Aston (Yea)
I know this bitch just a Movado, but I rock it like a Patek (Bling)
Patek Philippe, I know my bitch on fleek, she fuckin' up my sheets (Yea)
Niggas bitches, keep it in the tweets, cause y'all don't want no beef (Nah)
My finger itchin', I stay out them streets, cause I'ma leave a scene (I'ma leave a scene)
I swear I'm trippin', I swear I be spittin' way before I think (Way before I)
Be drunk as shit, I swear that I be sippin' way before I drink (Way before I drink)
I cable guy'd your bitch, I'm tryna dodge your bitch (Yea, yea)
Before you piss me off, just know that I'm the shit (What's that? Yea)
I love this pole and shit, it'll put holes in you and shit (Bow, bow)
I told them that I'm heated, lit the stove on him and shit
Holly Grove on him and shit, wipe my nose with him and shit (Ok, ok)
Got the flashlight on this bitch, I flick a pose with him and shit (Bow)
I swear that ass that's on my bitch, it had me frozen up and shit (Yea)
I swear I always keep that heater, he get toasted up and shit (Yea, yea, yea, yea)
I had to tell them pussy niggas where I'm at, case you pussy niggas ride around lookin' for me (Where I'm at, lookin' for me)
And I can't go nowhere without my gun, in case you pussy niggas tryna run up on me (Go nowhere without my, on me)
I had to tell her I ain't fuckin' no fan, I told her, baby, you ain't gotta put your pussy on me (I ain't fuckin' no fan, you ain't gotta put your pussy on me)
I had to tell them hoes just who I am, I told her, baby, you ain't fuckin' with M.D.B (Just who I am, you ain't fuckin' with M.D.B)
M.D
You ain't fuckin' with M.D.B
Uh Um
Yea
Uh Um (yall not fuckin' with me)
Yea
I had to tell them pussy niggas where I'm at, case you pussy niggas ride around lookin' for me (Where I'm at, lookin' for me)
And I can't go nowhere without my gun, in case you pussy niggas tryna run up on me (Without my gun, on me)
I had to tell her I ain't fuckin' no fan, I told her, baby, you ain't gotta put your pussy on me (You ain't gotta put your pussy on me)
I had to tell them hoes just who I am, I told her, baby, you ain't fuckin' with M.D.B (They ain't fuckin' with M.D.B)
Gave me her number, what you wantin' from me? Hmm
I had to pass her like a layup, I ain't ask her for it (I ain't ask her for it)
I told her, baby, I'm a player, this ain't basketball (This ain't basketball)
I told her, I'ma see her later and forgot to call (And I forgot to call)
I told her, baby, I'm a player, so the Lakers call (The Lakers called)
I tote this bitch and got her leg long as extension cord (Bow)
I told the boy, I don't be playin', Harley blew his ass (Bow)
I told his ass, I don't do fightin', I'm a pretty boy (Nah)
I told they ass, I don't do writin', ain't believe his ass (They ain't)
That nigga think he really gangsta till I leave his ass (Til I leave his ass, damn)
And Harley got him wearin' Pumas, so his sneakers fast (Zoom)
T-Money really had to do him, caught shots to the ass (Bow)
Say you not fuckin' with my music, like, who the fuck askin'?
I know this bitch just a Camaro, but it ride like a Aston (Yea)
I know this bitch just a Movado, but I rock it like a Patek (Bling)
Patek Philippe, I know my bitch on fleek, she fuckin' up my sheets (Yea)
Niggas bitches, keep it in the tweets, cause y'all don't want no beef (Nah)
My finger itchin', I stay out them streets, cause I'ma leave a scene (I'ma leave a scene)
I swear I'm trippin', I swear I be spittin' way before I think (Way before I)
Be drunk as shit, I swear that I be sippin' way before I drink (Way before I drink)
I cable guy'd your bitch, I'm tryna dodge your bitch (Yea, yea)
Before you piss me off, just know that I'm the shit (What's that? Yea)
I love this pole and shit, it'll put holes in you and shit (Bow, bow)
I told them that I'm heated, lit the stove on him and shit
Holly Grove on him and shit, wipe my nose with him and shit (Ok, ok)
Got the flashlight on this bitch, I flick a pose with him and shit (Bow)
I swear that ass that's on my bitch, it had me frozen up and shit (Yea)
I swear I always keep that heater, he get toasted up and shit (Yea, yea, yea, yea)
I had to tell them pussy niggas where I'm at, case you pussy niggas ride around lookin' for me (Where I'm at, lookin' for me)
And I can't go nowhere without my gun, in case you pussy niggas tryna run up on me (Go nowhere without my, on me)
I had to tell her I ain't fuckin' no fan, I told her, baby, you ain't gotta put your pussy on me (I ain't fuckin' no fan, you ain't gotta put your pussy on me)
I had to tell them hoes just who I am, I told her, baby, you ain't fuckin' with M.D.B (Just who I am, you ain't fuckin' with M.D.B)
M.D
You ain't fuckin' with M.D.B
Uh Um
Yea
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