[Intro: Phonte]
Yeah, I was just chilling man
I was just chilling, just doing my R&B shit
And niggas wanna come and play this shit, man
Make me wanna get ignorant and shit
Fuck all my crew's paper up, fuck all my Jazzfest paper up
But fuck it, new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo
[Verse 1: Phonte]
Two tears in a bucket, I wish niggas a-pail
A celebration bitches, I wish nigga Chappelle
They never caught wind, still thought that they could sail
Against my Sea World flow, I wish you niggas well/"whale"
Wish you niggas pale a little bit less
In comparison to me, cause y'all make me sound so nice
I try to tell em, rap shit is like ball
You either built for the game, or you not, you can't coach height
Ain't my fault you niggas ain't sold records yet
Before you get reckless with Phontigga
And start slanging epithets
You better off walking through the crowd holding hands with two white bitches at Essence Fest
First in flight nigga, I'll never be second best
Here's the theme, I done been supreme
I can get it mapped out, make you niggas tap out
Like Ben Vereen on Cyclobenzaprine
F.E. is the team, bone thugging in harmony
We're the army of two-faces and Jimmy Darmodys
First class flight, black bag with the toiletries
Run up in the spot like, yeah give me all of these
Go and tell your boy to bring some hoes
And if they ain't bout it I ain't hanging around, nigga that's loitering
He rhymed like he not sane
But I got Rap and she got game, ya heard
Yeah, I was just chilling man
I was just chilling, just doing my R&B shit
And niggas wanna come and play this shit, man
Make me wanna get ignorant and shit
Fuck all my crew's paper up, fuck all my Jazzfest paper up
But fuck it, new Tigallo, new Tigallo, new Tigallo
[Verse 1: Phonte]
Two tears in a bucket, I wish niggas a-pail
A celebration bitches, I wish nigga Chappelle
They never caught wind, still thought that they could sail
Against my Sea World flow, I wish you niggas well/"whale"
Wish you niggas pale a little bit less
In comparison to me, cause y'all make me sound so nice
I try to tell em, rap shit is like ball
You either built for the game, or you not, you can't coach height
Ain't my fault you niggas ain't sold records yet
Before you get reckless with Phontigga
And start slanging epithets
You better off walking through the crowd holding hands with two white bitches at Essence Fest
First in flight nigga, I'll never be second best
Here's the theme, I done been supreme
I can get it mapped out, make you niggas tap out
Like Ben Vereen on Cyclobenzaprine
F.E. is the team, bone thugging in harmony
We're the army of two-faces and Jimmy Darmodys
First class flight, black bag with the toiletries
Run up in the spot like, yeah give me all of these
Go and tell your boy to bring some hoes
And if they ain't bout it I ain't hanging around, nigga that's loitering
He rhymed like he not sane
But I got Rap and she got game, ya heard
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