Ayy, backwood filled with that (ah) fire
Y'all boys smoking on (shh) quiet
Diamonds, they singing like they in a choir
Bumping new bones, assistance acquired
Ninety percent of the game is lies
So staging the lyrics, they didn't even write
Get on their knees for suits and ties
Then they complain about the paper they signed
Pussy ass bitch, time to man the f*ck up
They could doubt you, but then they duck us
Two fingers crossed, hopin' that they luck up
PGA money, I'll stick to the putt-putt
I get so cashed, I look in the mirror like "Pleasure to meet you" (pleasure to meet you)
If I had a genie, all three of my wishes would be not to meet you (be not to meet you)
They say they shooting, like send me the square, but that don't put fear in me (no, no)
'Cause I got the rocket and I got the power like wickity wickity (yes, yes)
You would turn into Chris Benoit if you saw how your wife looked at me (ooh)
I don't got nothing to follow that, that's terrible (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, tell me something I don't know
My razor, it cut 'em in slow-mo
Dump 'em and gut 'em, I cut 'em like butter
My battery full, I'ma overload
Pressing them facts like a pho-to
Put you on a shirt like a logo
Quietly shaking, he soft and I'll take him
And send that bitch ass where the ghosts go
Lay down, lay down, go to bed, don't say a thing
Lay down, lay down, go to bed, don't say a thing
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Ayy, backwood filled with that (ah) fire
Y'all boys smoking on (shh) quiet
Diamonds, they singing like they in a choir
Bumping new bones, assistance acquired
Ninety percent of the game is lies
So staging the lyrics, they didn't even write
Get on their knees for suits and ties
Then they complain about the paper they signed
Pussy ass bitch, time to man the f*ck up
They could doubt you, but then they duck us
Two fingers crossed, hopin' that they luck up
PGA money, I'll stick to the putt-putt
I get so cashed, I look in the mirror like "Pleasure to meet you" (pleasure to meet you)
If I had a genie, all three of my wishes would be not to meet you (be not to meet you)
They say they shooting, like send me the square, but that don't put fear in me (no, no)
'Cause I got the rocket and I got the power like wickity wickity (yes, yes)
You would turn into Chris Benoit if you saw how your wife looked at me (ooh)
I don't got nothing to follow that, that's terrible (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, tell me something I don't know
My razor, it cut 'em in slow-mo
Dump 'em and gut 'em, I cut 'em like butter
My battery full, I'ma overload
Pressing them facts like a pho-to
Put you on a shirt like a logo
Quietly shaking, he soft and I'll take him
And send that bitch ass where the ghosts go
Lay down, lay down, go to bed, don't say a thing
Lay down, lay down, go to bed, don't say a thing
Y'all boys smoking on (shh) quiet
Diamonds, they singing like they in a choir
Bumping new bones, assistance acquired
Ninety percent of the game is lies
So staging the lyrics, they didn't even write
Get on their knees for suits and ties
Then they complain about the paper they signed
Pussy ass bitch, time to man the f*ck up
They could doubt you, but then they duck us
Two fingers crossed, hopin' that they luck up
PGA money, I'll stick to the putt-putt
I get so cashed, I look in the mirror like "Pleasure to meet you" (pleasure to meet you)
If I had a genie, all three of my wishes would be not to meet you (be not to meet you)
They say they shooting, like send me the square, but that don't put fear in me (no, no)
'Cause I got the rocket and I got the power like wickity wickity (yes, yes)
You would turn into Chris Benoit if you saw how your wife looked at me (ooh)
I don't got nothing to follow that, that's terrible (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, tell me something I don't know
My razor, it cut 'em in slow-mo
Dump 'em and gut 'em, I cut 'em like butter
My battery full, I'ma overload
Pressing them facts like a pho-to
Put you on a shirt like a logo
Quietly shaking, he soft and I'll take him
And send that bitch ass where the ghosts go
Lay down, lay down, go to bed, don't say a thing
Lay down, lay down, go to bed, don't say a thing
Writer: Elmo O'Connor
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Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING