Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up
Bitch, this ain't Toyota, this European
Bitch she ain't no hoe, she my girlfriend
Bitch, this ain't is no nap, this how I sleep
Bitch, this ain't no hobby, this how I eat
Bitch, this ain't lust so it's love
Bitch, this ain't the connect, this the plug
Bitch, this ain't beef, this is world war
Bitch, this ain't a show, this a world tour
Bitch, you don't know me, now you know me
Bitch, this ain't the problem, this the solution
Feeling like my chakras aligned
From now on call me Don
Rhyming for days, I couldn't eat and it was not Ramadan
Niggas asking for a cut, they just way out of line
Hoe, this ain't no Ford, this a Maserati (Thugger)
This not a movie, baby, this a real dead body
I'm on a one-way street, 'bout to have a trolley
I fuck her one night then I'mma duck up outta
You do anything for this lil' bitch you might be a Cosby
Speaking of Bill Cosby, I spike my drink with molly
You better not tell nobody, zip it, just zips and addy
Hit from the back, turn to a car word I'm backing out it, yo
Hit it with 10, fuck it, I'mma go mack his body
Hit 'em up like
Did 'em up like
Hit 'em up like
Bitch, this ain't a boss, this a boss up
Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up
Hoe, this ain't Toyota, this European
Bitch, she ain't a hoe, she's my girlfriend
Bitch, this ain't time, this is our time
Bitch, this ain't the plug, this the power line
Bitch this ain't Diesel, this Gucci (it's Gucci)
Bitch, you ain't know me, man you know me (yeah)
Bitch, this ain't Adidas, this Puma
Bitch, that ain't the truth, that's a rumor
Bitch, you ain't my friend, you a tumor
Bitch, that ain't the new one, this newer
Bitch, this ain't fourth-quarter, it's crunch time
Now foul lines, just front lines
Fuck taking shit, boy, I just take what's mine
And I'm still hungry like a nigga was unsigned
Don't nobody want this shit more than I want mine
Fuck a free meal, boy, I'd rather go hunt mine
When you get the ball, boy, you be fumbling
When you talk that shit be mumbling
Man, I got my one shot
Fucked around and and-one'd it
If the dogs ain't there then they one call from it, look
Run you out your house and now your ass apartment hunting
From that Michigan cold, and I'm colder than that
Don't fuck with my crazy ass, boy
Your mama should've told you that
When we in it, one way out
This life just like a cul-de-sac
The hood behind me like a cobra back
You quote the internet, I quote the facts
But snake niggas never tell the truth
You a liar
If you swear to God one more time on your life you might die
Real ones, I know you feel me
Independent women, I know you feel me
If you self-made, then you feel me
Text from my girl said "Come feel me up"
Real dawgs, I know you feel me
My OG's know they feel me, yeah
Bad bitch, she want to feel me
Text from my girl said "Come feel me up"
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Bitch, this ain't no boss, this a boss up Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up Bitch, this ain't Toyota, this European Bitch she ain't no hoe, she my girlfriend Bitch, this ain't is no nap, this how I sleep Bitch, this ain't no hobby, this how I eat Bitch, this ain't lust so it's love Bitch, this ain't the connect, this the plug Bitch, this ain't beef, this is world war Bitch, this ain't a show, this a world tour Bitch, you don't know me, now you know me Bitch, this ain't the problem, this the solution Feeling like my chakras aligned From now on call me Don Rhyming for days, I couldn't eat and it was not Ramadan Niggas asking for a cut, they just way out of line Hoe, this ain't no Ford, this a Maserati (Thugger) This not a movie, baby, this a real dead body I'm on a one-way street, 'bout to have a trolley I fuck her one night then I'mma duck up outta You do anything for this lil' bitch you might be a Cosby Speaking of Bill Cosby, I spike my drink with molly You better not tell nobody, zip it, just zips and addy Hit from the back, turn to a car word I'm backing out it, yo Hit it with 10, fuck it, I'mma go mack his body Hit 'em up like Did 'em up like Hit 'em up like Bitch, this ain't a boss, this a boss up Bitch, this ain't for sure, this a toss up Hoe, this ain't Toyota, this European Bitch, she ain't a hoe, she's my girlfriend Bitch, this ain't time, this is our time Bitch, this ain't the plug, this the power line Bitch this ain't Diesel, this Gucci (it's Gucci) Bitch, you ain't know me, man you know me (yeah) Bitch, this ain't Adidas, this Puma Bitch, that ain't the truth, that's a rumor Bitch, you ain't my friend, you a tumor Bitch, that ain't the new one, this newer Bitch, this ain't fourth-quarter, it's crunch time Now foul lines, just front lines Fuck taking shit, boy, I just take what's mine And I'm still hungry like a nigga was unsigned Don't nobody want this shit more than I want mine Fuck a free meal, boy, I'd rather go hunt mine When you get the ball, boy, you be fumbling When you talk that shit be mumbling Man, I got my one shot Fucked around and and-one'd it If the dogs ain't there then they one call from it, look Run you out your house and now your ass apartment hunting From that Michigan cold, and I'm colder than that Don't fuck with my crazy ass, boy Your mama should've told you that When we in it, one way out This life just like a cul-de-sac The hood behind me like a cobra back You quote the internet, I quote the facts But snake niggas never tell the truth You a liar If you swear to God one more time on your life you might die Real ones, I know you feel me Independent women, I know you feel me If you self-made, then you feel me Text from my girl said "Come feel me up" Real dawgs, I know you feel me My OG's know they feel me, yeah Bad bitch, she want to feel me Text from my girl said "Come feel me up" If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Explain Request ×
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