Sometimes, my favorite part of being a Writer is when I hear other ones sweep by. This is what I’ve been stuck on recently:
Yah yah bitch, back up off me
You don’t know me, I’m too clean, I’m too holy, bitch I’m godly
I only go for real niggas who don’t brag ’bout what they bought me
Cause they know I got a bag, gotta fuck me up some commas
If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me
Don’t be blowin’ up my phone and don’t be leavin’ voice messages
And I can do you right, do you better than your exes
I told that nigga to stop it, he was talkin’ out his necklace
See the difference with me, I never needed niggas, ever
I’ll leave ’em where I met ’em, I ain’t trippin’ off no, ever
Goons in the cut try to talk you out your necklace
If you ever disrespect me, pussy, don’t be disrespectful
I said woo, I said I know, I know, I know
He heard about me, he was waitin’ on me at the door
I said woo, yeah that mink all on the floor
Used to bust the skatin’, 6 to 9, come in at 4
We got glow sticks for you ho chicks
Bitch don’t act like you don’t know this
I’m very antisocial, social network ain’t my motion (I don’t move like that)
I sure know emotions, niggas, bitches is disgustin’
Bananas with the Trojans, pop that pussy for a legend
I said woo, I said I know, I know, I know
I said bitch back up off me