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M.D.B
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What the f*ck has gotten into him? His ass must not know what's gotten into M
His ass tryna stand like he not afraid, I'm not Eminem
I'm the bomb, bitch, I'm the grenade, you just the safety pin
That bitch a blow, leave a nigga ass goin' with the wind
I got firearms, but I won't fire at your arms, Firebars, make a nigga bitch pull the fire alarm
That's quite bizarre, I f*ck a nigga bitch until she feelin' odd
I swing this wand and make your bitch take it, I'm the Wizard of Oz
I'm not a God, I'm something like a God
I treat these hoes like basketballs, T-Money, my niggas, so I pass him the lob
They ass a fraud to think they ever comin' close to M.D.B
And Harley want to teach they asses how to rob
I ain't never stole a car, bought my first car, nigga
And my second car was way faster than her ex nigga's
Was swipin' credit cards, way faster than them checks hittin'
And now my credit score, huh, let me keep that hidden
Let me just tell y'all about my business, of Beyond Great Record
I'm a beyond great nigga, with beyond great leverage
Beyond great lettuce, with beyond great cheddar
Got beyond great green, now that's beyond great cabbage
Beyond average, my swag better, my car faster
My bitch the baddest, her pussy wet, don't get any wetter
My fashion drippin', cup filled with liquor, I had to sip it
I'm on the roll, so it's f*ck the toll, I will pay the ticket
I said my car faster, my bitch badder with Louis baggage
That nigga try to sugar daddy her, then I'ma bag him
Might paper bag him, or plastic bag him, straight trash bag him
You want my girl to send some pics? You better pick a casket
Cause I'ma let it blow, right between your eyes and throat
Hit you in your mouth and try to hear you, go and tell your folks
It's no more warnin's, try that shit again, I'll up the score
And I'ma let it blow, and leave him on the flow
Them pussies tryna hit me low, well I'ma hit them lower
And f*ck a t-shirt, I'ma leave his face on a poster
He think this shit fun and games, I'm not no roller coaster
The Glock, I hold my holster, I put you on a poster
I put you on a podcast, and f*ck around and host it
And leave his ass where I left him, just like the bitch I ghosted
And leave his ass like a session like, did you get that noted?
And you see how he did that?
You see the way he movin'?
You see the way that when he move, nobody know he movin'?
Let Harley bust and then go back at home and lay in bed
Don't give a f*ck, so if I give a f*ck, it's f*ck to give
It's f*ck you, and who f*cked you
And it's f*cked whoever f*cked who, who f*cked who?
I can't believe that f*ck f*cked who, man, that shit puke
I treat these hoes like duck, duck goose, and duck chase goose
She take Taylor Port to the airport, and say that shit juice
I love her ass off the juice, she get nasty off the juice
I eat Ashley if she ask me, shit, I'm nasty off it too
I smack her ass cheek, left her ashy
And rubbin' on the cooch, it give a nigga ass a boost
And make a nigga ass propose before we move
And f*ck a stove, because I'm lit'er than it too
They thought I came from Holly Grove, the way I'm spittin' like I'm Tune
She put that shit inside her nose, and say it's f*ckin' up her view
I got a car that go like vroom, my bitch, she say that's cute
I hit the gas and go skadoosh, you pussy niggas douche
See why your bitch say you a bitch, I can see your pussy too
You f*ck with me, you lose a tooth
High on the beat, and I thought I was on the roof
They ass can't wait to see a nigga on the moon
Yall not f*ckin' with me with this shit
We just press play, and we just we
We just press play and we start going
M.D.B