T-raww, fuck y’all, money tall, dick large
Tiger in my backyard, bitches on my futon
Dog house, no dog, shootout, Chris Paul
Walkin’ on the marble floor, take your fuckin’ shoes off
Bitch this is fox fur, killin’ shit, fuck a hearse
I can show you my choppa works
She give me head, when my head hurt
Deep throat, till the bitch burp
Her best friend said let me at ‘em (Adam), Cousin Lurch
Smokin’ on that turf, get your feelings hurt
At your neck like a collared shirt, ball like a Nerf
Word, more green nigga than smoking pot
When I see more, I’m that whore from that little shop
Shop, butcher shop, open up your top
All you see is gold watch, Rolls Royce, road blocks
Sun roof, fogged out, chrome grill, gold mouth
Take a fuckin’ look around
Bitch I’m all you need
I say fuck them other niggas
Fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch
500 degrees
Thrilla manila, I buy straight from the dealer
I’m politickin’ in Paris, I’m buying statues and pillars
All from the Louvre nigga, mosaics from the museum
You niggas countin’, you bitch is in my DM
I never read ‘em, weak bitch probably get seasick
On the yacht eat shrimp, see my name on a blimp
It read T-Raww’s a pimp
Nigga I ain’t dancin’ but my hand on my hip
Full clip, movie shit, Bruce Wayne, Alfred
Niggas want a verse, can’t even get and ad-lib
I’m killing this shit, and I’m killing your mom
Over a set of time, the (?) are mine
I murdered this shit, just takin’ my time
Got bars, front gate, face shot, blind date
Rolex, timepiece, ain’t got no time for no bitch speech
120 that six speed, pull it out that’s all me
Just call me T-papi
Bitch I’m all you need
I say fuck them other niggas
Fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch
500 degrees
Tunechi over bitches
Smokin’ color purple, blunt fat as Oprah Winfrey
I’m the nigga, the nigga, nigga, the nigga, nigga
I be snappin’, I hope you get the bigger picture
I said fuck that nigga that you fuckin’
She say that nigga rap, I say he couldn’t (w)rap a mummy
But let me pass the weed, and stop passin’ judgement
Before I have to beat him like a dick he had it comin’
Been eating so much pussy, man I’m starting to get chubby
Schoolin’ motherfucker, I’m their favorite subject
Broomstick in my pants, I’m ‘bout to go witch huntin’
I’m already loaded, these niggas still bufferin’
I fuck my girlfriend and her best friend, these niggas is lesbians
Don’t cross me like a pedestrian, I’m getting head watchin’ ESPN
She holdin’ me and carressin’ me
Don’t hate the player, hate the referee
If she F with me, I am definitely a necessity
Bitch I’m all you need
I say fuck them other niggas
Fuck them other niggas
Bitch I’m all you need
I’m the hottest nigga, all I do is turn up, bitch
500 degrees
compositores: JESS REED JACKSON, DWAYNE MICHAEL CARTER, RYAN ALAN HUNT, MICHAEL STEVENSON
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