Saint Lyor – Aunt Jemima lyrics

[Chorus]
Hold up wait a minute I don't wanna spill no D'usse on me
I'm smoking on big, big turf I gotta think twice 'fore I speak
But I got some [?] for hire, I got something for hire
I make your bitch pussy smile her shit look like Aunt Jemima
Hold up wait a minute I don't wanna spill no D'usse on me
I'm smoking on big, big turf I gotta think twice 'fore I speak
But I got some [?] for hire, I got something for hire
I make your bitch pussy smile her shit look like Aunt Jemima

[Verse]
No, no, no don't tickle me
Saying your man history
Like a motherfucker Malcolm X
Imma get it by any means
Motherfuckers wanna find me dead
Motherfuckers need to find themselves
You could either take a blue or the red pill
Bitch I don't care what your horoscope says
Yes I made some fettucini on the backstreets
Home invader and Lyor was a tag team
Yeah life ain't fair so I'm taxing
Have you ever seen an alien trapping
I was selling that radioactive
Saint Lyor it doesn't need a caption
Yeah Saint Lyor can't spell average
He can show you how to turn a case into an actress
Make 'em do a backflip
Pull up looking like a dick
Your bitch she wanna lick
Yeah I can give a dog a bone
But I can't walk a dog home yeah
Saint Lyor nothing like y'all
I walk around like [?]
Whipping that red Toyota like a Maserati
Hot boxing in the backyard yeah
That nigga don't read his Bible
So Imma send him to the lord
My new bitch is built like a horse
She fuck me 'til I turn to a corpse
I'm rich I deserve a reward
Go ahead, a round of applause
I started in 2015
My name is not Martin but I have a dream
I do what I want and you do what you can
That's the difference between you and me
These niggas is bitches
If I'm being honest they probably sit down when they pee
I'm fly but I do not got wings
I went into Barney's and bought everything
Selling your soul like a demon
I'm more like an angel but I don't got wings

[Chorus]
Hold up wait a minute I don't wanna spill no D'usse on me
I'm smoking on big, big turf I gotta think twice 'fore I speak
But I got some [?] for hire, I got something for hire
I make your bitch pussy smile her shit look like Aunt Jemima
Hold up wait a minute I don't wanna spill no D'usse on me
I'm smoking on big, big turf I gotta think twice 'fore I speak
But I got some [?] for hire, I got something for hire
I make your bitch pussy smile her shit look like Aunt Jemima