Listen to Question Mark This! (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Lex Bratcher) by Tech N9ne

Question Mark This! (feat. Krizz Kaliko & Lex Bratcher)

Tech N9ne

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Shit was all good just a week ago Fiddled with that middle the best Then you reject, give a little respect, like Aretha, yo Damn, gotta stop it I'ma drop it if you pop it outta pocket like a pita, though I need a ho that gon' let the cheeba grow then receive a blow Instead of pushing me in a Living Single Latifah show Hear me out, though Shit be normal and then you severely out your noodle and really groucho Your silly mouth go illy on the milly Until we shout so drill me 'til it kill me And should be outro Pms-ing me nothing but a demon recipe I'm seeing that could be being a threat to me fleeing effectively You don't get to be effing me when you wrecking me Guessin' we on confession regressin', 'cause we in a mess debris I'm 'bout to issue a check for you to follow Connect to who you swallow or excommunicado Into the bottle, regret You threw the lotto in Tech 'Cause boo, ya hollow an ex You blue in sorrow, I ain't tryna paint a dark picture But I think that I needed a heart to heart with ya But when the spark hit ya thinkin' that your bark sicker With that imbalance this smarty art nigga Never been a fart kisser I mean I can only take so much You say some real shit, I'm like, "Hold up" Never fails, every month, girl, you go nuts Snappin' right out of it like nothing and be like, "So what?" Actin' like it ain't nothing when I'm so sick From the cold diss that you spoke with I'm 'bout to kick you to the curb like I'm Colquitt Or let it roll off of me while you bringin' up old shit Why? I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do You actin' a ho, girl, no, girl Don't know what you be going through Question mark this What's the matter with you? It's like it's a habit with you If I ask you don't call, don't text, I can't take that PMS shit Shit was all good just a week ago Now you 'bout to see repercussions from when my heat explode PMS, PSA, this a message to you weaker hoes I be the best in LA, it is not a fucking secret, yo I am not the female no-one, I'm Lex Bratcher But all these captions like, you should gas that, Lex huh Spittin' with the illest and I be killin' niggas feelings Gotta go drilling Nah, fuck it, you can have that Tech, ha She throws, these little niggas know I cease flows Decrease the peace from the West to the East coast Keep killers with me, they from The Bay, they lethal G's with me doin' more GTA than Niko Why the fuck you talkin' that shit? But I peeped, though Copy my raps and that's facts like they're at Kinko's I'm in my bag, so get mad, 'cause dad you had your grasp But fumbled your sack like at casinos I know that my flow is vital I be the IV to half of these pie holes Try me, they sorry, s-s-stutterin' high notes I never thought I'd collab with my American Idol But Tecca N9na hit me up 'cause he like the way I be rippin' Spit more content, got more fire than Scottie Pippen If I'm honest niggas will probably never get this Gotta be rockin', mama said keep them pots and pans in the kitchen Like damn, you were supposed to be my G, ayy, man Now they chalking your body dead in the street, amen All these motherfuckers sleep I'ma have to Lowrider George Lopez to my three AM Hoppin' on your bros, where they do that at? Question mark I don't know but 'round here we act serious Head all bashed in family saddened I'll leave a pussy bleeding and that's on period Hey Tech What's up, Mel? Why you gotta flash on me like that though, man? Tech, when have you ever known me not to flash on you like that? You feel like that's cool? You know what I'm sayin'? Why you gotta sample a nigga like that though? Man, that's what the fuck I do Why? I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do You actin' a ho, girl, no, girl Don't know what you be going through Question mark this What's the matter with you? It's like it's a habit with you If I ask you don't call, don't text, I can't take that PMS shit
Writer(s): Aaron Dontez Yates, Freek Van Workum, Nick Luscombe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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