iamphycojack - Bless The Booth Monday (Freestyle) Lyrics

Ayy
You niggas is clockin' your blessings
If you wanna eat my pussy, invest it
Bitch, I'm a business, you wanna get in it?
Go put down your phone and pick up a pen

I understand, you thought you was smart
The blind ain't the blind, you all in the dark
I know you used to hearin' mediocre
I know the chart gettin' lower and lower
Bitches wanna constrict me like a Boa
Snake in the grass, but I got the mower
Now I got all the cities on my shoulders
They got my name at the top of the totem

They know my lyrics 'cause somebody told 'em
Bitches is cloth, you know I'ma fold 'em
He say I'm thick, but, I told him, "I'm bloated"
You need to put this pussy on a podium
You need to hush, and let the pussy speak
A lot of you "real" niggas really weak
I think you really mad at your nigga, but get on the internet aimin' at me

I think you motherf*ckers need a hug
I think you motherf*ckers need a top
I think you motherf*ckers need to buy a ticket to his game and come open your mouth

I make a nigga show his hurt face
This that hit your shin kinda pain
This that real bitch from the Mile High of that D-Town, switchin' lanes

This that shit real niggas vibe to
I make music real bitches bop to
Yeah, Imma baddie, but I'm gangster
I make real killers come find you

Bitches can't look like Jackson
Gods best cre-ation what happened?
Sellin' my wigs come tap in
I make all the niggas relapse and

If I f*cked him, don't worry,
These niggas come and go like McFlurries
And my outfits be so summertime
Make a nigga crack off my curvy, hey, yeah

Bitch, I'm like so any questions?, hmm
Giving these rappers a lesson, hmm
I volunteer at the church, hmm
'Cause they know Jackson a blessing, hmm

They don't like me 'cause I'm bougie , well
I cannot help that my coochie sell
And he's in love I assume he's well
I need a boo who don't kiss and tell

Should we shag now or shag later? Huh
I'm tryna scissor rock on some paper, huh
My man wanna eat so I'll cater, huh
Baddie too wild, can't tame her, ayy

They say that Jackson too rowdy, huh
And they all knowin' his body, ayy
I bet if they got the chance, huh
They would come do it just like me, ah

And I popped my shit, ah