sassup witcha
(I miss you, angel)
(Yo, Azul)
Aye, it's big Megatron, pay attention
Im tryna sass up witcha
She tryna fuck me over
Dont talk bitch, we through, we over
Cringe nigga said he a loner
Bitch so mid, I aint get a boner
Girl, you so lame, wont hold ya
Cant recall the day I met ya
I aint rocking with my kids, Im a bad father
Why you asking if I love you, girl, I just met ya
I just lowkey wanna hit and dip, excuse my manners
I dont got none in me, disrespecting you in person
I dont fuck with you when Im in New York
I dont fuck with you when Im in Missouri
We dont fuck with you when we in LA
Id name every state, but I am in a hurry
I got out my Birkin, working
Brand new bitch, she perfect
That boy need some learning
Give his ass a lesson
Seven in the whip, driver getting mad at us (I miss you, angel)
I'ma spread that money up like accordion
Youre ashamed of your art, nigga, own up to yourself
Nigga, free Palestine, why you eating McDonalds?
Im tryna sass up witcha
She tryna fuck me over
Dont talk bitch, we through, we over
Cringe nigga said he a loner
Bitch so mid, I aint get a boner
Girl, you so lame, wont hold ya
Cant recall the day I met ya
Yeah
Aye, this some real nigga music, bitch
Niggas don't even know how far we came for this shit
Niggas don't even know we comin' different
From Paris to London to LAX, steppin'
Fuck you talkin' bout? This big Megatron, nigga, pay attention
(Yo, Azul)
Aye, it's big Megatron, pay attention
Im tryna sass up witcha
She tryna fuck me over
Dont talk bitch, we through, we over
Cringe nigga said he a loner
Bitch so mid, I aint get a boner
Girl, you so lame, wont hold ya
Cant recall the day I met ya
I aint rocking with my kids, Im a bad father
Why you asking if I love you, girl, I just met ya
I just lowkey wanna hit and dip, excuse my manners
I dont got none in me, disrespecting you in person
I dont fuck with you when Im in New York
I dont fuck with you when Im in Missouri
We dont fuck with you when we in LA
Id name every state, but I am in a hurry
I got out my Birkin, working
Brand new bitch, she perfect
That boy need some learning
Give his ass a lesson
Seven in the whip, driver getting mad at us (I miss you, angel)
I'ma spread that money up like accordion
Youre ashamed of your art, nigga, own up to yourself
Nigga, free Palestine, why you eating McDonalds?
Im tryna sass up witcha
She tryna fuck me over
Dont talk bitch, we through, we over
Cringe nigga said he a loner
Bitch so mid, I aint get a boner
Girl, you so lame, wont hold ya
Cant recall the day I met ya
Yeah
Aye, this some real nigga music, bitch
Niggas don't even know how far we came for this shit
Niggas don't even know we comin' different
From Paris to London to LAX, steppin'
Fuck you talkin' bout? This big Megatron, nigga, pay attention
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Writer(s): Angelus
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