[Hook] You ain't fucking no bodies Bitch, you ain't stacking no paper, hoe You rapping and talking 'bout this and that but got nun ta sho You broke ass fiend with some dead ass dreams I'm living up all of the shit I say but you just making believe And you ain't fucking no bodies Bitch, you ain't stacking no paper, hoe You rapping and talking 'bout this and that but got nun ta sho You broke ass fiend with some dead ass dreams I'm living up all of the shit I say but you just making believe
[Verse] All your fake designer clothing Bitch, it ain't worth a dime And well I'm mad that you can't open your mouth without telling a lie Unless you 'bout to put a bigger rapper dick inside And go to work until they say you might get signed And I won't say your name Cause then maybe your fifty-seven plays Now we will track you down and might jump to fifty Eight And I can't give another rapper clout No, no I can't Unless it be Schema the posse the clique and I'm hoping that I claim I can't believe that I am even giving you sixteen I'm throwing a dog a bone cause I have some extra time free You know, free? F-R-double E like your Honda Accord That the only type of rent your fake ass can afford So keep on paying motherfuckers so you can open up shows for one hit wonders Why the fuck you doing this anymore? Hoe, just quit while you not ahead Nobody would even notice It's coming up on the day you gon get exposed You bogus (hocus pocus)
[Hook] You ain't fucking no bodies Bitch, you ain't stacking no paper, hoe You rapping and talking 'bout this and that but got nun ta sho You broke ass fiend with some dead ass dreams I'm living up all of the shit I say but you just making believe And you ain't fucking no bodies Bitch, you ain't stacking no paper, hoe You rapping and talking 'bout this and that but got nun ta sho You broke ass fiend with some dead ass dreams I'm living up all of the shit I say but you just making believeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
