It won't be easy getting rid of me Girl, I'm staying, girl, I'm staying, I'm staying So we could just start anew You've been rude to me, I'll be better
of these I guarantee it ain't a flaw on one of these Two hundred thou, couldn't get you in the league Get three hundred thou, you couldn't even buy the
the sounds Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs ridin' harder than guys Wit the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside When them flames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even
get serious as hell when I'm threatened Intent to get hostile break into a rage of fury Send them back their apostle's fossils and crazed right A rude
game Don't hate the player nigga, hate the game But what if you ain't no player? What you mad at? Your bitch let me have that And I ain't even say shit
Beotch Talk about these hoes Big I got a bitch that suck my dick 'til I nut Spit it on my gut and slurp that shit back up Ain't that a slut she even
to dream together How we could make it real big, do our thing together Huh, Thelma and Louise together, remember them days? Them niggas we played? Now we don't even
my 9 when I bail 'Cause I'd rather go to hell than jail 'Cause it's survival of the fittest Yo, it was rough from the start, son And I knew I'd be a hustler, even
Some call me Vizzy, honeys call me often Gator on my shirt, what did it Lacoste him? Jesus Christ I'm good, please don't cross him How rude, Stephanie
females,so that still mean you wanna "PLAY". Why say you tryna settle down, I think you need to watch just what you say.. And I ain't even tryna be rude
if I let you fussys interfere And if I had my way you won't even get near I don't need your help, do I make myself clear I know it sounds rude that'
good things come to an end And your argument's the reason why I'm here with this pen For real, you've raised your kids and you've raised them fine Even
too You tryna blow your way over air (over air) I'm putting power moves for the year Type of idiot to hate before you hear But even if you hating, it'
coast niggaz, rep your ghetto West coast niggaz, rep your ghetto Midwest niggaz, rep your ghetto To my dirty south niggaz, rep your ghetto (In the ghetto) Even though they act rude
F*ck Skepta (x3) Let me hear you say f*ck Skepta F*ck Skepta (x4) He sold out I sold out, Yeah There weren't one ticket left not even a chair I should
Pardon me, I don't mean to upset you, I don't mean to be rude, I don't want to distress you, It's just my altitude. You know we won't get nowhere if we
gorgeous, your wife might hunch And I ain't even gotta spike her punch Won't lose the end even if I lose a friend Pen the big hits, I don't even use
, my sins crowd the room My heart don't skip it just beats out of tune I can't even hold down food, I'm so rude Bad attitude, what point I got to prove