[Part I]
[Intro]
Ooh-ooh, mmm-mm
Ooh-ooh, woah, woah, yeah
[Verse]
You a yes man, I'm a rich boy (Throw some Ds on her)
I'm a breast man, I'ma skeet on her, make a mess
And she gon' look up to me, I'm who she proud of
I come from where it's hustlers, pimps, players and don dadas
[Part II]
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (—talmbout?)
[Verse 1]
New shit might get spooky, had to bring the ways back
Stupid lil' bitch wan' reminisce about some shit from way back
When you slackin' on the job, that's when they try and take that
Niggas really think they cutthroat 'cause they talkin' out they necks
Why don't you get out your feelings? Middle fingers to these niggas
They wanna see mе turn to the villain, either way though, I'ma kill 'еm
[Intro]
Ooh-ooh, mmm-mm
Ooh-ooh, woah, woah, yeah
[Verse]
You a yes man, I'm a rich boy (Throw some Ds on her)
I'm a breast man, I'ma skeet on her, make a mess
And she gon' look up to me, I'm who she proud of
I come from where it's hustlers, pimps, players and don dadas
[Part II]
[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (—talmbout?)
[Verse 1]
New shit might get spooky, had to bring the ways back
Stupid lil' bitch wan' reminisce about some shit from way back
When you slackin' on the job, that's when they try and take that
Niggas really think they cutthroat 'cause they talkin' out they necks
Why don't you get out your feelings? Middle fingers to these niggas
They wanna see mе turn to the villain, either way though, I'ma kill 'еm
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