To The Face
M.D.B
Uh Um
Yea
It's nice to meet you
Why they surprised to see you?
They can't believe they eyes
They can't believe you here
Don't let this shit get weird
Your life don't come in pairs
That's why I stay prepared, I'm goin' out like Tony M.
I do this shit with no pen, this shit cost an arm and a leg
This shit gon' cost them a limb, just take this shit on the chin
They got me started again, they got me started again
Really shouldn't have got me started again
They know that I will crash the party again
Start the track, I go retarded again
They know I dive in the pussy, I swim
She my type, her ass exotic and shit
And her toes them hoes be polished and shit
Oh she know, I swear she know I'm the shit
And they know, I swear they know I'm the shit
Swear they know, them niggas hoes and this bitch
Not my bro, then I don't know you and shit
Wallet swole, can't fit no cash in that bitch
All that cake, I'm bout to bake her and shit
All that cake, she cummin' batter and shit
All that weight, don't make me wait up and shit
To The Face, I put my blunt on the feature
On the waist, can't have Harley next to Nina
Claim it's beef, don't remember when I see him
Said on sight, gotta see it to believe it
She take flights, eat her up before she leavin'
Get her right, beat it up before the weekend
I got time, beat it up before a meetin'
Harley tight, she'll leave a nigga bleedin'
If I ever get stuck in the corner, just know that I'm not goin' under
You don't want a problem, just know that I'm already on it
They can play if they wanna, leave you on a red bottoms
Play my shit, heads noddin', in the Stu and I'm with marijuana
She like doin' pilates, it helps when she wanna get naughty
They say "damn you got talent," I told them trust me I'm not even tryin'
I said if you act like a fish, you get fried
If you act like a bitch, you get smacked
If you act like a pussy, get hit, better hope it ain't hit from the back
I wonder why I have my notes, because I know that I don't use this
Okay, they know I got the sauce, but do they know I got the juices?
She like a new Playstation nigga, the way that she ain't got no users
She like an old iPhone 6, the way I'm fillin' up her usage
I swear these niggas act just like some nerds, the way they playin' on computers
I swear these bitches act just like some birds, so when I'm seein' them, I'm shooin' them
I see the feds, I turn into Ferb
I don't know a thing, don't know what you heard
Get her ass a bag anytime she want
Car go 160 in a minute
My attire was Ralph Lauren invented
My wrist is Paul Rich invented
I'm just a money bag abuser
I'm just a bad bitch abuser
She know her ass thick, I need her
She know this ice ain't Rita's
They know this shit from out the freezer
She know this cheddar ain't Cheetos
She know this cheese ain't Velveeta
I tell her count my C notes
They like to play me on they speakers
She tryna fuck me to my music
I got the green like I'm CeeLo
I findin' green like I'm Nemo
Got a lot, but I need more
She bend it over like an elbow
Before she finish, get a sore throat
Before she finish, get a sore throat
I tell her, girl, you a throat goat
I tell her, girl, we can go pro
She want me touch all on her boobies
She want me touch all on her coochie
I tell her, girl, let's make a movie
This shit ain't nothing like Tubi
I pop your bubble, no jacuzzi
I'm 'bout that paper like some loose leaf
You have arrived at your destination
Uh Um
Yea
It's nice to meet you
Why they surprised to see you?
They can't believe they eyes
They can't believe you here
Don't let this shit get weird
Your life don't come in pairs
That's why I stay prepared, I'm goin' out like Tony M.
I do this shit with no pen, this shit cost an arm and a leg
This shit gon' cost them a limb, just take this shit on the chin
They got me started again, they got me started again
Really shouldn't have got me started again
They know that I will crash the party again
Start the track, I go retarded again
They know I dive in the pussy, I swim
She my type, her ass exotic and shit
And her toes them hoes be polished and shit
Oh she know, I swear she know I'm the shit
And they know, I swear they know I'm the shit
Swear they know, them niggas hoes and this bitch
Not my bro, then I don't know you and shit
Wallet swole, can't fit no cash in that bitch
All that cake, I'm bout to bake her and shit
All that cake, she cummin' batter and shit
All that weight, don't make me wait up and shit
To The Face, I put my blunt on the feature
On the waist, can't have Harley next to Nina
Claim it's beef, don't remember when I see him
Said on sight, gotta see it to believe it
She take flights, eat her up before she leavin'
Get her right, beat it up before the weekend
I got time, beat it up before a meetin'
Harley tight, she'll leave a nigga bleedin'
If I ever get stuck in the corner, just know that I'm not goin' under
You don't want a problem, just know that I'm already on it
They can play if they wanna, leave you on a red bottoms
Play my shit, heads noddin', in the Stu and I'm with marijuana
She like doin' pilates, it helps when she wanna get naughty
They say "damn you got talent," I told them trust me I'm not even tryin'
I said if you act like a fish, you get fried
If you act like a bitch, you get smacked
If you act like a pussy, get hit, better hope it ain't hit from the back
I wonder why I have my notes, because I know that I don't use this
Okay, they know I got the sauce, but do they know I got the juices?
She like a new Playstation nigga, the way that she ain't got no users
She like an old iPhone 6, the way I'm fillin' up her usage
I swear these niggas act just like some nerds, the way they playin' on computers
I swear these bitches act just like some birds, so when I'm seein' them, I'm shooin' them
I see the feds, I turn into Ferb
I don't know a thing, don't know what you heard
Get her ass a bag anytime she want
Car go 160 in a minute
My attire was Ralph Lauren invented
My wrist is Paul Rich invented
I'm just a money bag abuser
I'm just a bad bitch abuser
She know her ass thick, I need her
She know this ice ain't Rita's
They know this shit from out the freezer
She know this cheddar ain't Cheetos
She know this cheese ain't Velveeta
I tell her count my C notes
They like to play me on they speakers
She tryna fuck me to my music
I got the green like I'm CeeLo
I findin' green like I'm Nemo
Got a lot, but I need more
She bend it over like an elbow
Before she finish, get a sore throat
Before she finish, get a sore throat
I tell her, girl, you a throat goat
I tell her, girl, we can go pro
She want me touch all on her boobies
She want me touch all on her coochie
I tell her, girl, let's make a movie
This shit ain't nothing like Tubi
I pop your bubble, no jacuzzi
I'm 'bout that paper like some loose leaf
You have arrived at your destination
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Drain Jr.
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