Doubted Me!
(Fuck, damn, damn, damn, damn, yuh damn)
(Huh damn, huh damn, huh damn!)
I can't call it a habit, this shit apart of me now (damn)
Said my rapping' not adequate, what you thought of me now?
I just fuck on this fashion bitch
Ethan said I'm not average
Ride my horse with no saddle bitch
She want all of me now
But I'm not John Legend (damn)
Trigger finger my palms itchin' (damn)
They be like, "Nada, boy what you been up to?"
I leave 'em all guessin' (ugh)
She put her pussy up under the tree
That ain't a small present (nah)
I put a dick right there on the Glock, I told him pause
Second I walk in get an applause
I need my flowers (yuh)
Need to get paid by the hour (woah)
Power, it came with responsibility (power)
I got a brand new ability (power)
That lil' bih thought I was cuffin' her (no)
Don't fuck with niggas they talk too much (talk)
All of my feelings get bottled up
She suckin' dick and I told that bitch swallow nut
Eat it like potluck, throw it like shot put
Play with that bitch had a ball
Got a lil' clout and they can't even doubt it
I can't even shop at the mall
Pull a rabbit out my hat (tada)
Got a few tricks up my sleeve (sleeve)
I don't do magic like that (at all)
Disappear on that bih (weee)
Yeah, laughin' to the bank, I got a fat load (bleh)
I'm not conceited, they think I'm shallow
I pull up in all black like my shadow
Light it up, damn
Goin' up not down
I'm that nigga, goddamn
(I'm that nigga, goddamn)
I do this shit for my mama, I never call her
She be complaining, yeah
She call me "baby" no toddler
I'm not even Tyler, but I created her
I built that bitch from the ground up
But I'm not proud of, I bought her Prada
Thirty round hit that lil' boy in the collar
Bitch I'm a dog I don't got a-, (wow, wow)
That nigga broke he don't got a dollar
That lil' bitch give me brain like a scholar
I'm in the kitchen I'm whippin' like-
I'm in the kitchen I'm whippin' like Paula
Why that bitch callin' me? Bitches like Nada
I don't know why though
'Cause I know I'm not even a nice guy
But I know that I be gettin' fly though
I'm in my bag, ugh
I'm in my LV duffy, I don't give a fuck 'bout a bad hoe
Red rag, (bleh!), olé
She clean me up like Olay (bleh!)
Freak bitch Cirque du Soleil (bleh, bleh)
I ball like a goalie (bleh, bleh)
And it's hard to be the number one when you the number two (huh, two)
And I'm hard on all my bitches
When I get hard, you know what to do (huh, do)
Boy you hard as fuck, you been knew that but tell me something new
It must be hard as fuck to be the only one do what you do
(The only one do what you do)
(Huh damn, huh damn, huh damn!)
I can't call it a habit, this shit apart of me now (damn)
Said my rapping' not adequate, what you thought of me now?
I just fuck on this fashion bitch
Ethan said I'm not average
Ride my horse with no saddle bitch
She want all of me now
But I'm not John Legend (damn)
Trigger finger my palms itchin' (damn)
They be like, "Nada, boy what you been up to?"
I leave 'em all guessin' (ugh)
She put her pussy up under the tree
That ain't a small present (nah)
I put a dick right there on the Glock, I told him pause
Second I walk in get an applause
I need my flowers (yuh)
Need to get paid by the hour (woah)
Power, it came with responsibility (power)
I got a brand new ability (power)
That lil' bih thought I was cuffin' her (no)
Don't fuck with niggas they talk too much (talk)
All of my feelings get bottled up
She suckin' dick and I told that bitch swallow nut
Eat it like potluck, throw it like shot put
Play with that bitch had a ball
Got a lil' clout and they can't even doubt it
I can't even shop at the mall
Pull a rabbit out my hat (tada)
Got a few tricks up my sleeve (sleeve)
I don't do magic like that (at all)
Disappear on that bih (weee)
Yeah, laughin' to the bank, I got a fat load (bleh)
I'm not conceited, they think I'm shallow
I pull up in all black like my shadow
Light it up, damn
Goin' up not down
I'm that nigga, goddamn
(I'm that nigga, goddamn)
I do this shit for my mama, I never call her
She be complaining, yeah
She call me "baby" no toddler
I'm not even Tyler, but I created her
I built that bitch from the ground up
But I'm not proud of, I bought her Prada
Thirty round hit that lil' boy in the collar
Bitch I'm a dog I don't got a-, (wow, wow)
That nigga broke he don't got a dollar
That lil' bitch give me brain like a scholar
I'm in the kitchen I'm whippin' like-
I'm in the kitchen I'm whippin' like Paula
Why that bitch callin' me? Bitches like Nada
I don't know why though
'Cause I know I'm not even a nice guy
But I know that I be gettin' fly though
I'm in my bag, ugh
I'm in my LV duffy, I don't give a fuck 'bout a bad hoe
Red rag, (bleh!), olé
She clean me up like Olay (bleh!)
Freak bitch Cirque du Soleil (bleh, bleh)
I ball like a goalie (bleh, bleh)
And it's hard to be the number one when you the number two (huh, two)
And I'm hard on all my bitches
When I get hard, you know what to do (huh, do)
Boy you hard as fuck, you been knew that but tell me something new
It must be hard as fuck to be the only one do what you do
(The only one do what you do)
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