Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Me Too, artist - G-Mo Skee. Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Me Too |
| Man I’m tired of motherfuckers at school always in the barber shop talkin' |
| 'bout G-Mo Skee did this, G-Mo Skee did me like that |
| Man shut the fuck up |
| You niggas sound like rape victims |
| G-Mo said he wasn’t my friend! |
| Me Too! |
| (What?!) |
| G-Mo blocked me on the gram! |
| Me Too! |
| (Damn!) |
| G-Mo told me kiss his ass! |
| I was talking mad shit and he dissed me fast! |
| (Woo) Me Too! |
| G-Mo kicked me in the face! |
| Me Too! |
| (Bitch!) |
| That’s why I’m wearing this neck brace! |
| Me Too! |
| (Yea!) |
| G-Mo don’t be playing them games |
| I keep the money and fame started making them change |
| Me Too! |
| Somebody get a cake these niggas super mad |
| Pissed like Lowtiergod when he lose a match (Fuck!) |
| In a game of Super Smash (Bitch!) |
| Three controllers cause he broke two in half and went on a racist rant with his |
| stupid ass (You fuckin' coon!) |
| Its all majik, every bar is a hat trick |
| Finna get you salty, Salt Bae is back bitch (Who's back?) |
| When will y’all bastards learn it’s sarcasm when I give you dap and say «keep on rappin'» (Yea keep it up) |
| Now all the sudden I got all these motherfuckers mad |
| Point to the area on the doll where I touched you at (Queer!) |
| Inf Gang slide, they ain’t tryna hear none of that (Inf Gang!) |
| Get punched in both eyes now you looking like a pumpkin patch (Wombo combo!) |
| Boy you need to stop cappin' its bologna, you ain’t cracked a fifth with Nobe, |
| haven’t traveled with the homies (Yea!) |
| You don’t know me in the first place |
| Rap is my workplace |
| You ain’t from my birthplace |
| Nigga fuck your face (Fuck your face!) |
| G-Mo said he wasn’t my friend! |
| Me Too! |
| (Yea!) |
| G-Mo blocked me on the gram! |
| Me Too! |
| (What?!) |
| G-Mo told me kiss his ass! |
| I was talking mad shit and he dissed me fast! |
| Me Too! |
| (Bitch!) |
| G-Mo kicked me in the face! |
| Me Too! |
| That’s why I’m wearing this neck brace! |
| Me Too! |
| (Haha) |
| G-Mo don’t be playing them games (Nah!) |
| I keep the money and fame started making them change |
| Me Too! |
| These stupid motherfuckers think they know it all (Stupid!) |
| Think I won’t slap they bitch ass with an open palm |
| I got them punching holes in walls, acting like hoes in bras |
| Mental health, is important that’s why I wrote this song |
| Nigga relax, your salt levels hittin' the max |
| You getting mad cause I’m gifted and black |
| Your fans are like Tyrone Biggoms, I’m givin' 'em crack |
| Scratching they neck, waiting for the next ridiculous track (Filth!) |
| But they treat me like R. Kelly mixed with the jack |
| So welcome to never-land bitch this is the trap |
| Pour some Jesus juice, right before I piss on your back |
| Now you hash-tagging Me Too on twitter in caps |
| Every rhyme sceme molest y’all like Harvey Weinstein |
| I’m the new Russel Simmons and you Chinese (Oh!) |
| I mean no disrespect but you might be |
| Too sensitive to listen to rhymes like these |
| G-Mo said he wasn’t my friend! |
| Me Too! |
| (Me Too!) |
| G-Mo blocked me on the gram! |
| Me Too! |
| (Damn!) |
| G-Mo told me kiss his ass! |
| I was talking mad shit and he dissed me fast! |
| Me Too! |
| G-Mo kicked me in the face! |
| Me Too! |
| (Bitch!) |
| That’s why I’m wearing this neck brace! |
| Me Too! |
| (Uh!) |
| G-Mo don’t be playing them games (Nah!) |
| I keep the money and fame started making them change |
| Me Too! |
| Hide your kids, hide your wife, every time I write |
| It’s like I turn the pen into some kind of device (Yea!) |
| , I recite from the Bible (Praise Jesus) |
| Might make your kids to idolize before they learn to ride a bike (Hahaha) |
| Them niggas bitin' call 'em Iron Mike, I’m flyin' kites |
| Jump off the Grand Canyon from death-defying heights |
| Come to Richmond, sayin' the shit online you type |
| And you gonna get chased through the city like Dyin' Light (Woo!) |
| This ain’t a song just to get my dick-riders hyped (Nah!) |
| Consider it an, 'cause I got your vagina tight (Pussy!) |
| I go inside your ass with a half-stick of dynamite (Bang!) |
| Of opinions like assholes, well yours will not suffice (Hahahaha) |
| All you suckers gonna tell the truth when the time is right (Yea!) |
| Say G-Mo Skee ain’t dope and watch lightnin' strike |
| Find somebody else’s nuts, get off mine, alright (Now!) |
| I got enough people on my balls, and they cryin' like |
| G-Mo said he wasn’t my friend! |
| Me Too! |
| (What?!) |
| G-Mo blocked me on the gram! |
| Me Too! |
| (Yea!) |
| G-Mo told me kiss his ass! |
| I was talking mad shit and he dissed me fast! |
| Me Too! |
| G-Mo kicked me in the face! |
| Me Too! |
| (Bitch!) |
| That’s why I’m wearing this neck brace! |
| Me Too! |
| G-Mo don’t be playing them games |
| I keep the money and fame started making them change |
| Me Too! |