Michael Bay Cal Scruby
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[Intro]
Yeah!
I hear a gladiator
They say let's make some movie shit
[Verse 1]
I'm like fuck that bitch on the other side, they know my grass is way greener
Find the baddest bitch and I take her home and that ass on her like Trina
I'm just wondering if she got a man cause there ain't no ring on that finger
My pull up game like Stephen Curry, my pull out game like Jenga
Ahh, shut the fuck up, I ain't trying to have no conversation
See they show so much love when the boy came home, broke motherfuckers had to hate it
I ain't have to make it, could've worked a 9 to 5 like you when I graduated
But I'm glad I waited, cause I'mma hit your girl from the back, send a motherfucker back to basics
Yeah, why ain't you listen? I told you be quiet
Yeah, put out your album and nobody buying
Yeah, I get it, you on your hustle, I know you be trying
Yeah, you just keep mentioning all of these rappers I know so I know you be lying
Nah, this is a monologue, why am I speaking to you?
It's like confessions with me in the booth
Father, forgive me for speaking the truth
I got the piece on my necklace turn water to wine
But I mix that vodka with juice
Switch it to whiskey and mix up the mood
I'm drunk in Manhattan
Yeah!
I hear a gladiator
They say let's make some movie shit
[Verse 1]
I'm like fuck that bitch on the other side, they know my grass is way greener
Find the baddest bitch and I take her home and that ass on her like Trina
I'm just wondering if she got a man cause there ain't no ring on that finger
My pull up game like Stephen Curry, my pull out game like Jenga
Ahh, shut the fuck up, I ain't trying to have no conversation
See they show so much love when the boy came home, broke motherfuckers had to hate it
I ain't have to make it, could've worked a 9 to 5 like you when I graduated
But I'm glad I waited, cause I'mma hit your girl from the back, send a motherfucker back to basics
Yeah, why ain't you listen? I told you be quiet
Yeah, put out your album and nobody buying
Yeah, I get it, you on your hustle, I know you be trying
Yeah, you just keep mentioning all of these rappers I know so I know you be lying
Nah, this is a monologue, why am I speaking to you?
It's like confessions with me in the booth
Father, forgive me for speaking the truth
I got the piece on my necklace turn water to wine
But I mix that vodka with juice
Switch it to whiskey and mix up the mood
I'm drunk in Manhattan
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