Publicity
I never understood why
It's two type of niggas
I never blend in wit one
How you gon' be a two
Woman type of nigga
If you don't know what to do with one
How you get mad if I send a invite
And she don't refuse to come
How you send shots at
A nigga like me
Then get mad when I got the gun
Fuck the who's who I'm a hooligan
Bobby Bands I'm the ghoulish one
I try to live the life of the
Buddhist monks
But debauchery is too much fun
Bobby Two blunts 'cause
I'm too too blunt
She toxic as hell I'm 'a
Call her DuPont
I ain't fucking baby mamas
Big Unc fucking aunts
I'm about to roll me up
An ounce Runtz
Bitch, this ain't no publicity stunt
I ain't no reason to flaunt bitch
This ain't no-this ain't no-this
Ain't no- this ain't no-this ain't
No topic for brunch
I do this shit once
This ain't for publicity
They like what's gotten into me
Ain't got no symphony
Fuck all my enemies yea
Ignorance is bliss I bring hell yea
These rappers privileged so
Fake and so timid like
"Ooh my opinion might
Blemish my I'm 'age"
Apologies from me is what
You ain't getting
You kitten is smitten yo
Misses be missing me
Fuck a pension I ain't penny pinching
Call my CPA he like
"please stop spending"
I'm B.o.B a motherfucking
Legend are you kidding?
They said I'd never have a
Hit again and I did it
I never understood why it's
Two type of niggas
I never blend in wit one
How you gon' be a two woman
Type of nigga
If you don't know what to do with one
How you get mad if I send a invite
And she don't refuse to come
How you send shots at
A nigga like me
Then get mad when I got the gun
Fuck the who's who I'm a hooligan
Bobby Bands I'm the ghoulish one
I try to live the life of the
Buddhist monks
But debauchery is too much fun
Bobby two blunts 'cause
I'm too too blunt
She toxic as hell I'm 'a
Call her DuPont
I ain't fucking baby mamas
Big Unc fucking aunts
I'm about to roll me up
An ounce Runtz
You never put that shit
Nathaniel
I'm about to scoop me up a couple Topangas
Fuck the game from this
Angle, this angle this angle yeah
My bitches love when
Them titties dangle
Can you speak our lingo
You can't trap me in the
Web I'm 'a sniper
I'm the spider and the fly
It's two type of niggas
I never blend in wit one
How you gon' be a two
Woman type of nigga
If you don't know what to do with one
How you get mad if I send a invite
And she don't refuse to come
How you send shots at
A nigga like me
Then get mad when I got the gun
Fuck the who's who I'm a hooligan
Bobby Bands I'm the ghoulish one
I try to live the life of the
Buddhist monks
But debauchery is too much fun
Bobby Two blunts 'cause
I'm too too blunt
She toxic as hell I'm 'a
Call her DuPont
I ain't fucking baby mamas
Big Unc fucking aunts
I'm about to roll me up
An ounce Runtz
Bitch, this ain't no publicity stunt
I ain't no reason to flaunt bitch
This ain't no-this ain't no-this
Ain't no- this ain't no-this ain't
No topic for brunch
I do this shit once
This ain't for publicity
They like what's gotten into me
Ain't got no symphony
Fuck all my enemies yea
Ignorance is bliss I bring hell yea
These rappers privileged so
Fake and so timid like
"Ooh my opinion might
Blemish my I'm 'age"
Apologies from me is what
You ain't getting
You kitten is smitten yo
Misses be missing me
Fuck a pension I ain't penny pinching
Call my CPA he like
"please stop spending"
I'm B.o.B a motherfucking
Legend are you kidding?
They said I'd never have a
Hit again and I did it
I never understood why it's
Two type of niggas
I never blend in wit one
How you gon' be a two woman
Type of nigga
If you don't know what to do with one
How you get mad if I send a invite
And she don't refuse to come
How you send shots at
A nigga like me
Then get mad when I got the gun
Fuck the who's who I'm a hooligan
Bobby Bands I'm the ghoulish one
I try to live the life of the
Buddhist monks
But debauchery is too much fun
Bobby two blunts 'cause
I'm too too blunt
She toxic as hell I'm 'a
Call her DuPont
I ain't fucking baby mamas
Big Unc fucking aunts
I'm about to roll me up
An ounce Runtz
You never put that shit
Nathaniel
I'm about to scoop me up a couple Topangas
Fuck the game from this
Angle, this angle this angle yeah
My bitches love when
Them titties dangle
Can you speak our lingo
You can't trap me in the
Web I'm 'a sniper
I'm the spider and the fly
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Writer(s): Bobby Ray Simmons, Tiffany Burgess
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