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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jawwaad Horn Horn
Songwriter
Lyrics
And youon really got no money so you rappin for what
Cappin for butt
I'm strapped with ways run from my stuff
Ain't like the confrontation so I hit the Will Smith meme
When in reality I'd rather dip ya face in a stream
Been in the gym but even not you gotta shoot the three piece
Or I'll be dancing, stinging you I'm the Mutombo Ali
I don't block blessing I establish boundaries in the ring
And imma lay up with a queen with no intention for rings
My chest hurt but I don't show it had to roll down my sleeves
But if you look it's crimson leaking that shit staining my jeans
I pray for relief, to me cause I don't fuck with ya god
You beat my dad and fuck my moms I know that busters a fraud
Dirty dickers lost ya slaves so now you so mad at me
I hit the bank for loans and pay extraneous fees
I'm down on my knees
Plug receptacles for the cheese
And if my foreman say one more thing imma fuck up his grill
Now he don't say cheese
The only one I'm fearing is me
Cause I'm the one who said that bitch won't give her time up to me
But now I'm like shiiid
I drive the Cruze to pick up her sister
And she reported back so now they want a threesome with me
Nasty whores damn right I like it I reside in the knees
I lost love so what the fuck does an embrace mean to me
Muthafucka
Get these niggas outta here dawg
Fuck is they talkin bout lol
Writer(s): Jawwaad Horn Horn
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