| I’m like fuck that bitch on the other side, they know my grass is way greener
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| Find the baddest bitch and I take her home and that ass on her like Trina
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| I’m just wondering if she got a man cuz there ain’t no ring on that finger
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| I got pull-up game like Stephen Curry, my pull-out game is like Jenga
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| Shut the fuck up, I ain’t tryna have no conversation
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| City show so much love when the boy came home broke MF had to hate it
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| I ain’t have to make it, could’ve worked a 9−5 like you when I graduated
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| But I’m glad I waited, cuz I’ma hit your girl from the back; |
| send a MF back to
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| basics
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| Why ain’t you listen? |
| I told you be quiet (yeah)
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| Put out your album and nobody buying (yeah)
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| I get it, you on your hustle, I know you be trying (yeah)
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| You just keep mentioning all of these rappers I know so I know you be lying
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| (nah)
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| This is a monologue, why am I speaking to you?
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| It’s like confession with me in the booth, father forgive me for speaking the
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| truth
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| I got that piece on my necklace turn water to wine, but I mix that vodka with
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| juice
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| Switch it to whiskey and mixing vermouth, I’m drunk in Manhattan…
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| HOOK
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| My shit blowing up
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| So many calls, my shit blowing up
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| No time to talk, my shit blowing up
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| My ringer off but I’m still blowing up
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| Yeah I’m blowing up
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| My shit blowing up
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| Like Independence Day, I’m blowing up
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| Shit more like Michael Bay, I’m blowing up
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| Slow motion walk-away, I’m blowing up
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| Yeah I’m blowing up
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| Got that Swisher Sweet, pack sour; |
| Sam Jackson, my pack louder
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| Riding around in that matte black on 24's like Jack Bauer
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| Rubber band on my left wrist, pulling up on my ex-bitch
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| I broke up with that old girl but I’m still using her Netflix
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| Fuck all my exes, I could still fuck all my exes, they tryna get drunk in my
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| section
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| I know you mad cuz you standing in line and I just go in, I don’t know where to
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| exit
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| She give me neck for the necklace, she reckless; |
| give her that dick like 50
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| Shades
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| I want all these whips and chains, damn I feel like Christian Gray
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| How many times did I tell you be quiet? |
| (yeah)
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| Calling my phone and I’m hitting decline (yeah)
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| I got the minutes and data but I don’t got time (yeah)
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| I’m tryna talk to the money; |
| my inbox is full and you blocking my line (nah)
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| I’m changing my number, I gotta get back to the business
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| I’ma be running shit, you on that other shit; |
| hop on a track and get back to
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| the fitness
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| You keep on talking about shit you don’t got like the money and cars and the
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| clothes
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| and the bitches
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| I’m like when Jordan came back with the Bulls, you’re like when Jordan came back
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| with the Wizards
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| HOOK |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Michael Bay , by - Cal Scruby. Song from the album House in the Hills, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп