The Problematic Genius - DYNAMITE! (feat. Cairo Baltrusch) Lyrics

Ok slatt
I might it just like that
Buy that bitch a prada bag
Slap that
If nigga don't like me stay back
Got a whole lotta rubber in the backpack
Got claws on me like a jungle cat
Popping more than a nigga with a tic tac
Never catch me lacking with a face tat
Blowing up
Going up
Yeah it just like dynamite
Get it girl
Own the world
Put the panties to the side
Uppercut
Hit it, bite
Turn it to a genocide
Working late
I8
Doors are all the suicide
Blowing up
Going up
Yeah it just like dynamite
Get it girl
Own the world
Put the panties to the side
Uppercut
Hit it, bite
Turn it to a genocide
Working late
I8
Doors are all the suicide
Yes uh
Get up
Shawty Show your best uh
Shawty so depressed uh
Shawty want baguettes uh
Shawty know I'm next up
I just need to rest up
I be drinking tec uh
So I don't stress uh
Causing all this pain
Cause I'm staying with you
Never needed anybody
When I'm with you
I mean it's true when I say
"I can't stay with you"
I mean there's nobody else
That could replace you
I mean the pain that caused
Hold up...pause
Where's the broads
Open doors
Hit the floor
Get to roar
When I'm on
Hit that nosedive when I'm in a moshpit
(Moshpit)
When I blow up, I'mma distort shit
('Stort shit)
Blowing up
Going up
Yeah it just like dynamite
Get it girl
Own the world
Put the panties to the side
Uppercut
Hit it, bite
Turn it to a genocide
Working late
I8
Doors are all the suicide
Blowing up
Going up
Yeah it just like dynamite
Get it girl
Own the world
Put the panties to the side
Uppercut
Hit it, bite
Turn it to a genocide
Working late
I8
Doors are all the suicide
Coz I'm back , woo!
Back, back to attack
If I catch you when you lack
Imma hit you with a strap
Back, back, back, back to attack
If I catch you when you lack
I'mma hot you with a strap
Off deez, Icy, I see me, me
White tee, Gucci, Fila on my body
I can't get it off me
Drippin' , so damn saucy
I'm a little hottie
Your bitch, she wanna f*ck me
I run up a cheque
She hit me right back
She smelling the money
I'm counting a stack
She see all my xannies
She want me for that
She is so sweet
I've fallen for that
She break my heart
I still want her back
I'm stupid for Cupid
I let her do that
I bring in the money
She stealing my bag
Speeding away
Inside of my Jag
Yuh!
Blowing up
Going up
Yeah it just like dynamite
Get it girl
Own the world
Put the panties to the side
Uppercut
Hit it, bite
Turn it to a genocide
Working late
I8
Doors are all the suicide
Blowing up
Going up
Yeah it just like dynamite
Get it girl
Own the world
Put the panties to the side
Uppercut
Hit it, bite
Turn it to a genocide
Working late
I8
Doors are all the suicide