I got up with all your people
Said them niggas out of luck and now I'm finna lock it down
Like it's Major Payne
Your homies said he hold it down like Coretta King, I'm down with whatever king
I'm bout to lay this hammer down like a quick fix, and we go round after round
I'm gon take it like a pick six
So what's elimination
I been here night after night, been lettin' you pick a nigga brain
Like, what's the 411
We on that Mary J
And I let you take me out my element like everyday
Pray you can deal with it, cause I ain't no easy go
Forgot you be dealin' with Jezebel's and evil hoes
So everywhere I see them hoes, I gotta flex real quick
Case somebody wanna charge a nigga up
Check fits or my bling authenticity, but
If I'ma keep it 100 I gotta keep you with me, for real
You see, I never been the type to go and get it
For you I probably run a hundred miles
Over-limit in this Goyard
Steppin' no discretion, I'ma show em in this courtyard
That you the piece a nigga been missin
We took a flight out to Geneva, Swiss
And you say I got that juice, I say I never miss
Man, what a time to be alive, we get live in that two-seater
On private property in New England
The gin and juice swingin', shout out to Uncle Snoop
And you the champ, a heavyweight when I get under you
The bump and grind serious, another nine minutes
I'm gon' bust up out this box with a whole five milli on a rock
Peep that glistenin
If I was you and you was me, I'd do this shit again
A lot of proof up in that pudding
But if I'ma have yo cake, I'ma eat it
The realest like the greatest, if you want it
Better beat it
Take a chill pill, relax
You my new favorite flower, a new classic
Like the stars in that Cullinan
I probably never find a love again like yours
Hope you ready, just say the right words
You see, I never been the type to go and get it
For you I probably run a couple miles
Over-limit in this Goyard
Steppin' no discretion, I'ma show em in this courtyard
That you the piece a nigga been missin
Yeah, it's Hova season
Flyin' in this Goyard, real
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I got up with all your people
Said them niggas out of luck and now I'm finna lock it down
Like it's Major Payne
Your homies said he hold it down like Coretta King, I'm down with whatever king
I'm bout to lay this hammer down like a quick fix, and we go round after round
I'm gon take it like a pick six
So what's elimination
I been here night after night, been lettin' you pick a nigga brain
Like, what's the 411
We on that Mary J
And I let you take me out my element like everyday
Pray you can deal with it, cause I ain't no easy go
Forgot you be dealin' with Jezebel's and evil hoes
So everywhere I see them hoes, I gotta flex real quick
Case somebody wanna charge a nigga up
Check fits or my bling authenticity, but
If I'ma keep it 100 I gotta keep you with me, for real
You see, I never been the type to go and get it
For you I probably run a hundred miles
Over-limit in this Goyard
Steppin' no discretion, I'ma show em in this courtyard
That you the piece a nigga been missin
We took a flight out to Geneva, Swiss
And you say I got that juice, I say I never miss
Man, what a time to be alive, we get live in that two-seater
On private property in New England
The gin and juice swingin', shout out to Uncle Snoop
And you the champ, a heavyweight when I get under you
The bump and grind serious, another nine minutes
I'm gon' bust up out this box with a whole five milli on a rock
Peep that glistenin
If I was you and you was me, I'd do this shit again
A lot of proof up in that pudding
But if I'ma have yo cake, I'ma eat it
The realest like the greatest, if you want it
Better beat it
Take a chill pill, relax
You my new favorite flower, a new classic
Like the stars in that Cullinan
I probably never find a love again like yours
Hope you ready, just say the right words
You see, I never been the type to go and get it
For you I probably run a couple miles
Over-limit in this Goyard
Steppin' no discretion, I'ma show em in this courtyard
That you the piece a nigga been missin
Yeah, it's Hova season
Flyin' in this Goyard, real
Said them niggas out of luck and now I'm finna lock it down
Like it's Major Payne
Your homies said he hold it down like Coretta King, I'm down with whatever king
I'm bout to lay this hammer down like a quick fix, and we go round after round
I'm gon take it like a pick six
So what's elimination
I been here night after night, been lettin' you pick a nigga brain
Like, what's the 411
We on that Mary J
And I let you take me out my element like everyday
Pray you can deal with it, cause I ain't no easy go
Forgot you be dealin' with Jezebel's and evil hoes
So everywhere I see them hoes, I gotta flex real quick
Case somebody wanna charge a nigga up
Check fits or my bling authenticity, but
If I'ma keep it 100 I gotta keep you with me, for real
You see, I never been the type to go and get it
For you I probably run a hundred miles
Over-limit in this Goyard
Steppin' no discretion, I'ma show em in this courtyard
That you the piece a nigga been missin
We took a flight out to Geneva, Swiss
And you say I got that juice, I say I never miss
Man, what a time to be alive, we get live in that two-seater
On private property in New England
The gin and juice swingin', shout out to Uncle Snoop
And you the champ, a heavyweight when I get under you
The bump and grind serious, another nine minutes
I'm gon' bust up out this box with a whole five milli on a rock
Peep that glistenin
If I was you and you was me, I'd do this shit again
A lot of proof up in that pudding
But if I'ma have yo cake, I'ma eat it
The realest like the greatest, if you want it
Better beat it
Take a chill pill, relax
You my new favorite flower, a new classic
Like the stars in that Cullinan
I probably never find a love again like yours
Hope you ready, just say the right words
You see, I never been the type to go and get it
For you I probably run a couple miles
Over-limit in this Goyard
Steppin' no discretion, I'ma show em in this courtyard
That you the piece a nigga been missin
Yeah, it's Hova season
Flyin' in this Goyard, real
Writer: Gregory Hicks
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