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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leoshe Tishia Davis
Songwriter
Lyrics
Who knew I'll bag ya nigga
After after dropping 100
Even when I was bigger
Man I kept it 100
I call his money 2 Short
Cuz I'm over his budget
Always come to shake the room
Then I leave the shit rugged
If it ain't about a president
There is no discussion
Ain't Jay Or Pharrell
But these niggas be Frontin
Cleo with the ear
If it's trash? You know imma dump it!
Y'all was really outside?
Then how my niggas still huntin?
Really been tryna chill
But y'all gone make me start
Somebody call Holiday
They moms ain't have Heart
Known for talkin big shit
And always leaving a mark
I'm the light that shines bright
Who they want in the dark
I'm drive, 3rd lane
Y'all could put it in Park
It's time to load the ship
And I ain't talking embark
He got it wet in February
Then I went on a March!
Niggas see what time I'm on
I don't really want parts!
Now why would I return
When I do the Mac'n?
Make a point about my Green
I'm a fuckin Cactus
Y'all can keep on playing roles
Imma stick to rapping
They know I always brought the Bass
But I was never Jazzin
Treat they skulls like his heart
Imma get to cracking
I'm in my bag, with some swag
But I'm never jacking
Nigga all up on my chest
You can say he latching
Treat a rounds like an applause
My niggas get to clapping!
How you claimin you Tribe?
You ain't come for the Quest!
Vibes been on Aretha
All I need is respect
New nigga say I'm busy
Now he screamin neglect
And every time I come around
The nigga get a ereck!
When we talking deposits
I make sure they Direct
He guard me like a body
So he down to protect
I was his best choice
You became his regret
And everything I ever did
Seemed to have an effect
I'm not your Child
And my name ain't Destiny
Got me feeling like Mariah
They obsessed with me!
Getting bitches together
Been my specialty
I stay up North
So I keep these bitches West to me!
Writer(s): Leoshe Davis
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