[Verse 1] Get to work with the Chucks, yeah, Mr. Miyag' Put your worth on my box, I'm catching a bod' We do it, we slide, exit pits on the stop (Cool) We cuttin' a cop, yeah, bitch, I'm the don dada My papa's a zombie, when I tour I feel like Booty Talk 17 I been walking dead for too long, for too many seasons Niggas be buggin' at Peggy too raw for too many reasons I'm just trying to get a bag (Facts) Rappers in this industry, creatively in hand (Damn) When I scream, I crack a hottie, shake another dance (Sheesh) Shake my head at night for hours, start working on my stances Kegels, gotta keep this pussy tight This passion inside got no sequels, Peggy fine, no equals I'm runnin' through these masters to find a beat as good as people Give that bitch an elbow How Peggy only five-nine with sticks as big as diesel? My puppies told me feed you, these poor dogs, they gon' eat you All doggies die at point range, this flick ain't got no sequel You choke like Key and Peele do Banana clips gon' peel you Monkey business to major move Put him in the sky where the angels groove Sucka-ass nigga, I ain't playin' with you Damn, boy, who claimin' you? Why your niggas ain't stay with you? Must stay caught up with the Zoom Got these niggas lookin' like panic room Yeah, I got these niggas lookin' like panic room, yeah
[Verse 2] Okay, karma is a funny bitch, she gonna find you and All the things you said ran through my head like t.A.T.u. and You ain't gotta act like you ain't scared, get comfortable No, I don't want your consent, nigga I'ma pull this dick on you No, we ain't gon' work it out, ho, do I look like Stacker 2? If he do me wrong, I catch your man then he responsible Take two, De La Soul, roll on by and scrape you, ha That's for thinking that we was cool, ha (Brrt) Caught this nigga without a tool, huh Baby, you're looking like a fool, hmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
