Top Songs By CeeFineAss
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
CeeFineAss
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rachelle Thomas
Songwriter
Mykel Therron Cook
Composer
Demario White
Songwriter
Deontae Love
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mykelonthebeat
Producer
Juan "AyoJuan" Peña
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I told them messy-ass hoes don't speak on me
Keep my name out your mouth 'cause I don't beef for free
I love a hood nigga with a big ol' piece
Ain't lookin' for a nigga 'cause that talk is cheap
She worryin' 'bout if her nigga eatin' on me
I'm 'bout to snatch her tread up like a piece of meat
She say that's her boy, so why he lovin' on me?
Why he stalkin' my page, tryna DM me?
He be all in the St. Bernard lookin' for Cee
Bitch textin' my friends like, "Where she be?"
He be all at my shows tryna leave with me
I want a real one, so real nigga me, please
Real nigga me, please
Real nigga me, please
Real nigga, real nigga, real nigga, real nigga
Real nigga me, please, nigga me, please
I ain't stressin' 'bout no nigga who broke, please
He tryna lie about his girlfriend just to creep with me
Little do he know, he can't fuck with Cee
If that Visa don't swipe, he can't get with me, hah
Fuck a nigga if he ain't poppin' off racks
Eatin' on my cat or he creepin' with his ex
Can't have a nigga who be stuntin' with his partner money
Real life broke, but he always get money, money
Lyin' to these hoes, yeah, that nigga be pillow talkin'
Stuntin' for the media like he really livin'
So I call up that nigga to really hurt his fuckin' feelings
Word around town he be fuckin' on his ex-bitch
Nasty-ass hoes do whatever for some good dick
But I ain't trippin', though
I'm the bitch he stay callin' when he hungry, though
He eat this bitch like a dog and I ain't cappin', ho
I ride his face like a bike just how he like it, ho
You kissed his mouth, it was me, I know I taste good
I throw it back in his face, yeah, he eat it good, hah
I told them messy-ass hoes don't speak on me
Keep my name out your mouth 'cause I don't beef for free
I love a hood nigga with a big ol' piece
I want a real one, so real nigga me, please
Real nigga me, please
Real nigga me, please
Real nigga, real nigga, real nigga, real nigga
Real nigga me, please, nigga me, please
Had to ask her who she with before I drop my location (Hold up)
Put the pussy on a pedestal, I'm testin' her patience (Wait)
I cannot make this shit up, I get more face than foundation
Bad bitch me please, I can't do nothin' basic (Never)
Want a real nigga, well, you got the realest in here (Bagg)
Cartiers 4K, I see the fuckery clear (Bye)
Suckin' on me while I'm drivin', pullin' up to the Lear (Woah, woah)
Bring your luggage and your phone, but no feelings in here (Leave 'em)
Nothin' but dope dick for her, she a freaky fiend (Freaky)
Tryna work her way to me, fucked everybody on my team (Gang)
I don't vibe, I don't fit in, I can't get along with 'em
See them broke hoes hatin' on you, fuck wrong with 'em?
Told them messy-ass hoes don't speak on me
Keep my name out your mouth 'cause I don't beef for free
I love a hood nigga with a big ol' piece
I want a real one, so real nigga me, please
Real nigga me, please
Real nigga me, please
Real nigga, real nigga, real nigga, real nigga
Real nigga me, please, nigga me, please
Hah, they want me, Mykel
So I'ma give 'em Cee, Mykel
Hah, they want me, Mykel
So I'ma give 'em Cee, Mykel
Writer(s): Mykel Tharron Cook, Demario White, Deontae Love, Rachelle Thomas
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