Man, I'm convinced that I'm the shit, I think I'm too official
I'm convinced I can make hits off any instrumental
I can sense you actin' like a bitch is sentimental
Your mama would be sniffin' tissue if it was an issue
I don't give a f*ck, I swear to God I'm glad they hatin'
I'm convinced that I'm a God and I'm convinced you Satan
Lately I've been hibernatin', mind been elevatin'
I'm convinced you need social media for validation
They sleepin' on me like I'm sleepin' in this muthaf*cka
Like I ain't sacrifice my life like I ain't never love'em
If they ever said they gave me somethin' then they bluffin'
I did it on my own, never asked a soul for nothin'
Ay, I'm convinced these niggas think I'm in this bitch to play
So here's a message to the pussies who got shit to say
I can get you hit today, donate to your fish filet
Get your family shirts from Nate, have won come and dig your grave
We from the ghetto man you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' back
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
We from the ghetto where you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' backs
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
I'm convinced you lack the common sense
So let me demonstrate
Told my bitch, hey, f*ck that shit
We gettin' in the real estate
I'm fresh off the interstate
Hit a lick, fill the safe
When she with me she feel insane
Cause she know I ain't finna play
Popped two pills today
That's probably why I feel this way
Got some bills to pay
Don't get killed today
Start the engine hit the gear
Let me see what's up in here
1,200 for my cologne
I'm the reason this mill couldn't hear
Ah
We from the ghetto where you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' backs
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
We from the ghetto where you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' backs
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
Damn
Uh-huh
Pussy
DEC - I'm Convinced (feat. Baby Dee) Lyrics
DEC - I'm Convinced (feat. Baby Dee) Lyrics
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Man, I'm convinced that I'm the shit, I think I'm too official
I'm convinced I can make hits off any instrumental
I can sense you actin' like a bitch is sentimental
Your mama would be sniffin' tissue if it was an issue
I don't give a f*ck, I swear to God I'm glad they hatin'
I'm convinced that I'm a God and I'm convinced you Satan
Lately I've been hibernatin', mind been elevatin'
I'm convinced you need social media for validation
They sleepin' on me like I'm sleepin' in this muthaf*cka
Like I ain't sacrifice my life like I ain't never love'em
If they ever said they gave me somethin' then they bluffin'
I did it on my own, never asked a soul for nothin'
Ay, I'm convinced these niggas think I'm in this bitch to play
So here's a message to the pussies who got shit to say
I can get you hit today, donate to your fish filet
Get your family shirts from Nate, have won come and dig your grave
We from the ghetto man you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' back
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
We from the ghetto where you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' backs
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
I'm convinced you lack the common sense
So let me demonstrate
Told my bitch, hey, f*ck that shit
We gettin' in the real estate
I'm fresh off the interstate
Hit a lick, fill the safe
When she with me she feel insane
Cause she know I ain't finna play
Popped two pills today
That's probably why I feel this way
Got some bills to pay
Don't get killed today
Start the engine hit the gear
Let me see what's up in here
1,200 for my cologne
I'm the reason this mill couldn't hear
Ah
We from the ghetto where you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' backs
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
We from the ghetto where you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' backs
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
Damn
Uh-huh
Pussy
I'm convinced I can make hits off any instrumental
I can sense you actin' like a bitch is sentimental
Your mama would be sniffin' tissue if it was an issue
I don't give a f*ck, I swear to God I'm glad they hatin'
I'm convinced that I'm a God and I'm convinced you Satan
Lately I've been hibernatin', mind been elevatin'
I'm convinced you need social media for validation
They sleepin' on me like I'm sleepin' in this muthaf*cka
Like I ain't sacrifice my life like I ain't never love'em
If they ever said they gave me somethin' then they bluffin'
I did it on my own, never asked a soul for nothin'
Ay, I'm convinced these niggas think I'm in this bitch to play
So here's a message to the pussies who got shit to say
I can get you hit today, donate to your fish filet
Get your family shirts from Nate, have won come and dig your grave
We from the ghetto man you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' back
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
We from the ghetto where you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' backs
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
I'm convinced you lack the common sense
So let me demonstrate
Told my bitch, hey, f*ck that shit
We gettin' in the real estate
I'm fresh off the interstate
Hit a lick, fill the safe
When she with me she feel insane
Cause she know I ain't finna play
Popped two pills today
That's probably why I feel this way
Got some bills to pay
Don't get killed today
Start the engine hit the gear
Let me see what's up in here
1,200 for my cologne
I'm the reason this mill couldn't hear
Ah
We from the ghetto where you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' backs
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
We from the ghetto where you gotta love us
Who got all the money in this muthaf*cka
After I f*ck her I'm never callin' backs
These hoes keep askin' where them ballers at
Damn
Uh-huh
Pussy
Writer: D'Angelo Swinney
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid