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Ooh
I'll ask for tomorrow
Will it last 'till tomorrow?
Keep on prayin' to get rid of this sorrow
Keep on prayin' that my niggas go viral
When it's all said and done in my final hours of my life
You know that I know
That I gave this shit my life
I was never normal
You were never formal
Ooh
I'm in the f*ckin' end zone
End zone and then some
That bitch a dancer
Abra-ca-da-brah, you're passin' the loud
I heard you pulled up with lame niggas
That's not allowed
And your hoe's playin' games with ya'
That's kinda wild
808s sound like Dame Dash prodigal child
All you hoes kinda late
I been on for a while
I must be bad like Mike
'Cause they jackin' my style
Double C's for tomorrow
Gucci just to follow
Let me ask for tomorrow
Let me ask for tomorrow
Pussy niggas wanna take a chance
And now he's sauced up
I remember niggas ain't give me a chance
They know they f*cked up
Tell my label that I need my damn advance
I need it dropped off
And if not, I'm finna go and throw a tantrum
Married to the motherf*ckin' game
What's a prenup
Bad Trini bitch, poppin' percs, named Fatima
All white coat, made of fur, callin' Peta
White coke, in a bottle, where's Alea?
Bitch I'm sober now
You know what it means
For all you niggas, yeah, it's over now
(Yeah, it's over now)
I'm finna kick it into overdrive
I love my bitches
I meant both of mine
I need the numbers
Man, it's quota time
On my life
Bona fide
Bona fide, freak hoe
Seven days a week, hoe
Shoot you through the peep hole
I feel like Future
"You belong to the streets", hoe!
I'm keepin' secrets
Imma die with the cheat code
Mobtown freak hoe, tweakin' in the Rec Room
I heard he a snitch
Don't be surprised if they arrest you
In the ghetto with the Devil
They ain't comin' for ya rescue
Keep on meddlin' with felons
And they finna come and get you
She's tryna get with the net worth
She's out of her mental
Said she's a dancer
She can't keep the tempo
Bad bitch, Angela, I gotta let go
Draggin' the sample
And rap with a echo
Pay the producer and manager ample
Niggas try to hassle me
Bitch, Imma strangle ya'
These niggas dead to me, no Danny Phantom
Once I get the money, Imma act like a asshole
Takin' Xanny bars
Molly, Marge
I travel many stars at the minibar
I need a heavy pour
For this Henny whore
I need a couple more
And I'll go pretty far
I could never go to Hell for a pretty whore
I could never really tell what she was being petty for
I think you should go to Hell
And that is not a metaphor
Double twins
Molly, Marge
You were just a silly whore
You were just a silly whore
What you really bitchin' for
Droppin' the utensils at the bottom of the kitchen floor
Lookin' to butcher this bitch
And leave her on the killin' floor
Stuffin' and pushin' her in the trunk
She's got a heavy corpse
And for all legal purposes
This is just a f*ckin' metaphor
This artistic expression
'Cause they gon' try to use this shit in court
'Cause if pushin' this little bitch off the precipice is not a threat
Your Honor, exonerate me
I've got a f*ckin' doctorate
Graduate, not a college kid
Honestly, I'm phenomenal
The velocity of the shit talkers
You can just suck a dick
Ain't defendin' nobody's impotence
Bitch, you a f*ckin' imbecile
Simpleton, at the simplest
Rippin' up all your writtens
And I'm shittin' on your attempts
With efficiency, repetition
Your deficiancy is delicious
You need you an education
I meant to say edu-kitchen
'Cause you belong in the kitchen
I know it's misogynistic
But bitch, I'm payin' for dinner
If you ain't washin' no dishes
You might as well suck my dick
Give a shit if you get offended
You petty, pretentious prick
I'm a threat to this little bitch
Protectin' your f*ckin' neck
Imma catch you if I see negligence
Spit on you like a peasant
I'm in the room like an elephant
I'm the deadliest weapon
I got bodies in the closet
I'm thinkin' about just sellin' em
Tell me this shit is sickenin'
I think it's kinda evident
Niggas think it's sweet
But I'm telling you; I'm malevolent
Lyricial f*ckin' terrorist
Yes, I'm the best in Maryland
Addicted to makin' hits
You would think that I'm makin' heroine
Don't tell me that you be rappin'
I'm bouta go make you quit
Imma go to the Vatican
Adam, gimme a rib
This rap is in my anatomy
Baffle you with the wit
I wrote this inside the bathroom
And angrily took a shit
On top of all of you rappers whose ass is Stuck In the Wind
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Ooh
I'll ask for tomorrow
Will it last 'till tomorrow?
Keep on prayin' to get rid of this sorrow
Keep on prayin' that my niggas go viral
When it's all said and done in my final hours of my life
You know that I know
That I gave this shit my life
I was never normal
You were never formal
Ooh
I'm in the f*ckin' end zone
End zone and then some
That bitch a dancer
Abra-ca-da-brah, you're passin' the loud
I heard you pulled up with lame niggas
That's not allowed
And your hoe's playin' games with ya'
That's kinda wild
808s sound like Dame Dash prodigal child
All you hoes kinda late
I been on for a while
I must be bad like Mike
'Cause they jackin' my style
Double C's for tomorrow
Gucci just to follow
Let me ask for tomorrow
Let me ask for tomorrow
Pussy niggas wanna take a chance
And now he's sauced up
I remember niggas ain't give me a chance
They know they f*cked up
Tell my label that I need my damn advance
I need it dropped off
And if not, I'm finna go and throw a tantrum
Married to the motherf*ckin' game
What's a prenup
Bad Trini bitch, poppin' percs, named Fatima
All white coat, made of fur, callin' Peta
White coke, in a bottle, where's Alea?
Bitch I'm sober now
You know what it means
For all you niggas, yeah, it's over now
(Yeah, it's over now)
I'm finna kick it into overdrive
I love my bitches
I meant both of mine
I need the numbers
Man, it's quota time
On my life
Bona fide
Bona fide, freak hoe
Seven days a week, hoe
Shoot you through the peep hole
I feel like Future
"You belong to the streets", hoe!
I'm keepin' secrets
Imma die with the cheat code
Mobtown freak hoe, tweakin' in the Rec Room
I heard he a snitch
Don't be surprised if they arrest you
In the ghetto with the Devil
They ain't comin' for ya rescue
Keep on meddlin' with felons
And they finna come and get you
She's tryna get with the net worth
She's out of her mental
Said she's a dancer
She can't keep the tempo
Bad bitch, Angela, I gotta let go
Draggin' the sample
And rap with a echo
Pay the producer and manager ample
Niggas try to hassle me
Bitch, Imma strangle ya'
These niggas dead to me, no Danny Phantom
Once I get the money, Imma act like a asshole
Takin' Xanny bars
Molly, Marge
I travel many stars at the minibar
I need a heavy pour
For this Henny whore
I need a couple more
And I'll go pretty far
I could never go to Hell for a pretty whore
I could never really tell what she was being petty for
I think you should go to Hell
And that is not a metaphor
Double twins
Molly, Marge
You were just a silly whore
You were just a silly whore
What you really bitchin' for
Droppin' the utensils at the bottom of the kitchen floor
Lookin' to butcher this bitch
And leave her on the killin' floor
Stuffin' and pushin' her in the trunk
She's got a heavy corpse
And for all legal purposes
This is just a f*ckin' metaphor
This artistic expression
'Cause they gon' try to use this shit in court
'Cause if pushin' this little bitch off the precipice is not a threat
Your Honor, exonerate me
I've got a f*ckin' doctorate
Graduate, not a college kid
Honestly, I'm phenomenal
The velocity of the shit talkers
You can just suck a dick
Ain't defendin' nobody's impotence
Bitch, you a f*ckin' imbecile
Simpleton, at the simplest
Rippin' up all your writtens
And I'm shittin' on your attempts
With efficiency, repetition
Your deficiancy is delicious
You need you an education
I meant to say edu-kitchen
'Cause you belong in the kitchen
I know it's misogynistic
But bitch, I'm payin' for dinner
If you ain't washin' no dishes
You might as well suck my dick
Give a shit if you get offended
You petty, pretentious prick
I'm a threat to this little bitch
Protectin' your f*ckin' neck
Imma catch you if I see negligence
Spit on you like a peasant
I'm in the room like an elephant
I'm the deadliest weapon
I got bodies in the closet
I'm thinkin' about just sellin' em
Tell me this shit is sickenin'
I think it's kinda evident
Niggas think it's sweet
But I'm telling you; I'm malevolent
Lyricial f*ckin' terrorist
Yes, I'm the best in Maryland
Addicted to makin' hits
You would think that I'm makin' heroine
Don't tell me that you be rappin'
I'm bouta go make you quit
Imma go to the Vatican
Adam, gimme a rib
This rap is in my anatomy
Baffle you with the wit
I wrote this inside the bathroom
And angrily took a shit
On top of all of you rappers whose ass is Stuck In the Wind
Ooh
I'll ask for tomorrow
Will it last 'till tomorrow?
Keep on prayin' to get rid of this sorrow
Keep on prayin' that my niggas go viral
When it's all said and done in my final hours of my life
You know that I know
That I gave this shit my life
I was never normal
You were never formal
Ooh
I'm in the f*ckin' end zone
End zone and then some
That bitch a dancer
Abra-ca-da-brah, you're passin' the loud
I heard you pulled up with lame niggas
That's not allowed
And your hoe's playin' games with ya'
That's kinda wild
808s sound like Dame Dash prodigal child
All you hoes kinda late
I been on for a while
I must be bad like Mike
'Cause they jackin' my style
Double C's for tomorrow
Gucci just to follow
Let me ask for tomorrow
Let me ask for tomorrow
Pussy niggas wanna take a chance
And now he's sauced up
I remember niggas ain't give me a chance
They know they f*cked up
Tell my label that I need my damn advance
I need it dropped off
And if not, I'm finna go and throw a tantrum
Married to the motherf*ckin' game
What's a prenup
Bad Trini bitch, poppin' percs, named Fatima
All white coat, made of fur, callin' Peta
White coke, in a bottle, where's Alea?
Bitch I'm sober now
You know what it means
For all you niggas, yeah, it's over now
(Yeah, it's over now)
I'm finna kick it into overdrive
I love my bitches
I meant both of mine
I need the numbers
Man, it's quota time
On my life
Bona fide
Bona fide, freak hoe
Seven days a week, hoe
Shoot you through the peep hole
I feel like Future
"You belong to the streets", hoe!
I'm keepin' secrets
Imma die with the cheat code
Mobtown freak hoe, tweakin' in the Rec Room
I heard he a snitch
Don't be surprised if they arrest you
In the ghetto with the Devil
They ain't comin' for ya rescue
Keep on meddlin' with felons
And they finna come and get you
She's tryna get with the net worth
She's out of her mental
Said she's a dancer
She can't keep the tempo
Bad bitch, Angela, I gotta let go
Draggin' the sample
And rap with a echo
Pay the producer and manager ample
Niggas try to hassle me
Bitch, Imma strangle ya'
These niggas dead to me, no Danny Phantom
Once I get the money, Imma act like a asshole
Takin' Xanny bars
Molly, Marge
I travel many stars at the minibar
I need a heavy pour
For this Henny whore
I need a couple more
And I'll go pretty far
I could never go to Hell for a pretty whore
I could never really tell what she was being petty for
I think you should go to Hell
And that is not a metaphor
Double twins
Molly, Marge
You were just a silly whore
You were just a silly whore
What you really bitchin' for
Droppin' the utensils at the bottom of the kitchen floor
Lookin' to butcher this bitch
And leave her on the killin' floor
Stuffin' and pushin' her in the trunk
She's got a heavy corpse
And for all legal purposes
This is just a f*ckin' metaphor
This artistic expression
'Cause they gon' try to use this shit in court
'Cause if pushin' this little bitch off the precipice is not a threat
Your Honor, exonerate me
I've got a f*ckin' doctorate
Graduate, not a college kid
Honestly, I'm phenomenal
The velocity of the shit talkers
You can just suck a dick
Ain't defendin' nobody's impotence
Bitch, you a f*ckin' imbecile
Simpleton, at the simplest
Rippin' up all your writtens
And I'm shittin' on your attempts
With efficiency, repetition
Your deficiancy is delicious
You need you an education
I meant to say edu-kitchen
'Cause you belong in the kitchen
I know it's misogynistic
But bitch, I'm payin' for dinner
If you ain't washin' no dishes
You might as well suck my dick
Give a shit if you get offended
You petty, pretentious prick
I'm a threat to this little bitch
Protectin' your f*ckin' neck
Imma catch you if I see negligence
Spit on you like a peasant
I'm in the room like an elephant
I'm the deadliest weapon
I got bodies in the closet
I'm thinkin' about just sellin' em
Tell me this shit is sickenin'
I think it's kinda evident
Niggas think it's sweet
But I'm telling you; I'm malevolent
Lyricial f*ckin' terrorist
Yes, I'm the best in Maryland
Addicted to makin' hits
You would think that I'm makin' heroine
Don't tell me that you be rappin'
I'm bouta go make you quit
Imma go to the Vatican
Adam, gimme a rib
This rap is in my anatomy
Baffle you with the wit
I wrote this inside the bathroom
And angrily took a shit
On top of all of you rappers whose ass is Stuck In the Wind
Writer: Jolaade Adeleye
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid