Beau monde
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
Beau monde
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
A bitch will do the least and expect the world
Money for acrylics and she want a purse
Mispronouncing brands like she speakin' cursive
And you really not shit even on the surface
She asking me for chicken
Best get that from churches
You not even my bitch what the f*cks the purpose
Go get that shit from what's his name
Oh right you can't he's a f*ckin lame
I was at Hoback last week
Had to fill up my team
I'm not talking athletes
Swear that your last season
Bout to play a max season
So I'm getting that bread
I don't play for last place
I don't do Simon says
Let it go to my head
Yeah I really am the shit
If you talkin' sideways
I could really be a dick
But I won't start a confrontation
Over any little shit
I know exactly what you on
So don't act so innocent
I'm In a whole different direction
You think I care about discretion
Stop asking questions
You don't want the answers to
Beau monde
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
Beau monde
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
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Beau monde
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
Beau monde
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
A bitch will do the least and expect the world
Money for acrylics and she want a purse
Mispronouncing brands like she speakin' cursive
And you really not shit even on the surface
She asking me for chicken
Best get that from churches
You not even my bitch what the f*cks the purpose
Go get that shit from what's his name
Oh right you can't he's a f*ckin lame
I was at Hoback last week
Had to fill up my team
I'm not talking athletes
Swear that your last season
Bout to play a max season
So I'm getting that bread
I don't play for last place
I don't do Simon says
Let it go to my head
Yeah I really am the shit
If you talkin' sideways
I could really be a dick
But I won't start a confrontation
Over any little shit
I know exactly what you on
So don't act so innocent
I'm In a whole different direction
You think I care about discretion
Stop asking questions
You don't want the answers to
Beau monde
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
Beau monde
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
Beau monde
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
A bitch will do the least and expect the world
Money for acrylics and she want a purse
Mispronouncing brands like she speakin' cursive
And you really not shit even on the surface
She asking me for chicken
Best get that from churches
You not even my bitch what the f*cks the purpose
Go get that shit from what's his name
Oh right you can't he's a f*ckin lame
I was at Hoback last week
Had to fill up my team
I'm not talking athletes
Swear that your last season
Bout to play a max season
So I'm getting that bread
I don't play for last place
I don't do Simon says
Let it go to my head
Yeah I really am the shit
If you talkin' sideways
I could really be a dick
But I won't start a confrontation
Over any little shit
I know exactly what you on
So don't act so innocent
I'm In a whole different direction
You think I care about discretion
Stop asking questions
You don't want the answers to
Beau monde
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
Beau monde
But you keep f*cking
With them broke niggas
In love wit fantasies
Of f*ckin wit a dope dealer
You ain't MJ
Bitch you ain't no thriller
Moon walked a hoe to the door
Cuz we ain't chillin'
Writer: Richard Stephens
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