Looking at myself, I see the man, nigga I'mma call it like I say it, I'mma call you bitch made nigga Holding pistols not to entertain niggas I got held up at the light reaching for my switchblade, nigga Popeye’s on his spinach with the gauge, nigga If I tell you that the babysitter's dead, don't play, nigga Reach inside your pockets, dial H, nigga If you need help with pressure, don't drive this way, nigga You know I got schizophrenic tendencies I dream of porn stars and pouring gas on my enemies If I get a check, I'm not the vet I'm a dawg ass nigga looking for a hump bitch
Shaka Zulu with the new do with the TEC This is not a purchase, everyday life shit I've been praying for your downfall, man But all I see is bad bitches coming down the hill, damn Shaka Zulu noodle and the TEC Don't tell anybody that the babysitter's dead And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead How'd they bring you back to life? That's a star resurrect
She bowed to her knees, want forgiveness But all I could think about was coming out of speakers She a fun girl living on the edge Poppa ran a hedge fund, all his daughter do is give head Said he had it up to head and neck Don't you point the thing at me, it could go off offside your head Temple to the brain, now he dead That's a life learned lesson, never stress over bullshit Wasn't even her why he did it But he found his wife with his daughter's boyfriend, nigga damn That's some fucked shit over sex These bitches overrated and I judge 'em like "who next?"
Temple to the brain from the TEC Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead How'd they bring you back to life? That's a star resurrect, nigga Shaka Zulu noodle and a TEC Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead How'd they bring you back to life? That's a star resurrect, nigga
Six weeks, had to vacay Ain't a resident in sight, just a beach, making sex tapes Sure, say the shit to my face She gon' get me off, nigga, like bug spray Bitches all fake and fanatics, causing ruckus with a ratchet Don't you put that on your loved ones, you are not my level pattern This is Pacquiao and pack it, peddle faster like a Flintstone On a roll, full of ashes, we just run you, this the legion Zulu, it's all gone, Zulu, forever perished Ten bedrooms in the palace But your Playboy bunny's ears full of carrots, I told y'all
Shaka Zulu noodle and a TEC Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead How'd they bring you back to life? That's a star resurrect, nigga Temple to the brain from the TEC Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead How'd they bring you back to life? That's a star resurrect, nigga Temple to the brain from the TEC I go temple to the brain from the TEC Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga
Glory be, lord to be Fashion so fucking unorderly Move accordingly, don't order me You poorer than me, more can afford the fee Word to Meek, 100 in the dungarees Who claim the game, we're young living like Meek Click on the tee, Lord of Rings, you order me Theatric fairytale's become extinct Fuck the peace, I put a piece on my neck 'Bout the size of a Complex magazine I'm not for sale, I bought your dreams Leonardo DaVinci, the Bentley boost my self-esteem Bitches cling like the chain already been doing the same thing I mean this gold for press, G I'm tryna bob and weave, why you chasing me? I'm on my victory lap, can't you see?
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