My ex just called, she cryin' She bangin' my line like, "What are we doin'?" Tax man fuckin' up all of the M's, swear I gotta get back to it (Yeah, get back to it) Couple of bros, they trade their souls for dough and hoes, couldn't be so foolish Feel overwhelmed with the load Won't break, won't fold, I just reboot it (Uh, just reboot it) At the top, it feel so lonely (Why?) My friends keep chippin' away Got one more joint with Sony Time to renegotiate Ain't feelin' the condom I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' it off and fuckin' her face (Huh) Model bitch fronted on me at the Dior show Way, way, way back in the day (That's right) Always prevail somehow, some way, right (Yeah) Came in this bitch with a Pro Club tee, Mike Rubin said all white (Woo, grr) R&B bitch with the NBA star, I was with her last night (I was with her last night, yeah) She came in the yo with the wrong Air Forces, nah, she wasn't my type (Uh, nah) Back in the day, I was doin' security Go to the store, had to carry artillery Thinkin' one day I would fuck me a Hilary Flooded my neck and my teeth with the chillery (Woo) Fillin' my pockets with celery (Woo-woo) Now I'm most likely lit with a Blasian with a fat ass in the Philippines Feelin' me, shittin' me (Yeah, Ear Drummers)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh They thought I was dead (Nope) They thought I was dead (Nope) They thought I was dead (Nope) They thought I was dead (Nope) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Ooh-ooh) They thought I was dead, who lied? They thought I was dead, who lied? (Rrr, shit)
Hold up, wait a minute, let me talk my shit (Uh, right) Lot of broke niggas talkin', they ain't talkin' about shit (Uh, yeah) I ain't never been a pussy, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch (Uh, right) Busy gettin' paper, tryna keep my uncle off the bricks (Uh, yeah) Showin' my ass like Ye on a boat T Ferg done had yay on a boat Lambo, what I get paid for a show Livin' that life I ain't gotta post (Uh) Girls OT, on go (Go) Speakin' no English, sayin' my quotes Paris runway show (Show) Ain't Halloween, but we in a Ghost (Grr) Vintage Cartier I feel like Shedeur (Shedeur) All of the bitches stare No one can compare (Oh no) Flooded my teeth like Dolph I got the blue veneers (Huh) Hop on a artist beat (Ooh-ooh) I give life to new careers (Grr)
They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Uh) They thought I was dead (Who lied? Yeah) They thought I was dead, who lied? (Uh) They thought I was dead, who lied? (Woo, shit)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
