Uhh Yeah
[Verse 1]
Yo, I hope they don't but I know my emotions haunt me
If they get angry with the stanley I'll result to cruelty
Loads of fury inside but they just wanna know the story
But I'm not a snitch, I'm the opposite so I ain't gotta fib
Rotten is rotten I ain't ever told the jury
What happened what time or place and who it was I know its naughty
Truthfully usually ego ain't my thing but most importantly
But I've got game like G-unit did
I poke ya shorty and I'm not playing
Everybody's dealing with the ego
And I've got one but I hate revealing it to people
I roll with few brothers that I show my true colours
And you deep throat niggas I don't roll with you suckers
Putting your trust in someone is so unworth it
They'll betray you, no one's perfect (and that's the truth ya know)
My ex's ain't met nobody supra
Competition can't stand straight cos I shoot 'em up
I'm a big man not a junior
Picture me dying for a chick like junior
But the wifey's I see are a breeze
I get her on her knees
While you eat her you sweet her
Then a Sunday in Antigua (True talk)
I need my notes higher than that chick singing New York
Me taken for an idiot, who thought
It could ever happen, it will never happen
[Verse 1]
Yo, I hope they don't but I know my emotions haunt me
If they get angry with the stanley I'll result to cruelty
Loads of fury inside but they just wanna know the story
But I'm not a snitch, I'm the opposite so I ain't gotta fib
Rotten is rotten I ain't ever told the jury
What happened what time or place and who it was I know its naughty
Truthfully usually ego ain't my thing but most importantly
But I've got game like G-unit did
I poke ya shorty and I'm not playing
Everybody's dealing with the ego
And I've got one but I hate revealing it to people
I roll with few brothers that I show my true colours
And you deep throat niggas I don't roll with you suckers
Putting your trust in someone is so unworth it
They'll betray you, no one's perfect (and that's the truth ya know)
My ex's ain't met nobody supra
Competition can't stand straight cos I shoot 'em up
I'm a big man not a junior
Picture me dying for a chick like junior
But the wifey's I see are a breeze
I get her on her knees
While you eat her you sweet her
Then a Sunday in Antigua (True talk)
I need my notes higher than that chick singing New York
Me taken for an idiot, who thought
It could ever happen, it will never happen
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