Vivace - Dat Beethoven Lyrics

Why are you sleeping?
White bitch goin' dumb
Swallow up the meat
Lil' bitch ain't leave a crumb
Money fall out when I run
Nigga made me mad
Hit em with a honey bun
This shit got me dancin', glancin'
Sword on my hip like I'm lancing
Itty bitty bih, don't know I'm Marilyn Manson
Prancin, got too much space in my mansion
Damn
Like what?
Mr. F*ck up some shit, cause you know I'm gonna
Getting real mad up on this beat, uh
V.I.V., no A.C.E. like
And these niggas can't f*ck with me, dial down, take it back
Ain't no dog in ya-, uh
Damn I'm big just like Shaq
And you know I cannot ball on the court
On my back, now you know I'm in my bag
Damn, uh, check my bag, got racks in it
And I f*ck on yo bitch, gave her laxatives
Damn, man f*ck Uncle Sam
Catch you in the streets and you know I'm gon' blam
Yeah, I'm not gon' lie, bro, I'm just yappin' on the beat
I don't know what's goin' on, bro
This shit funny, hold on, it's comin' back
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Big nigga in this shit, can't test on my rank
Big nigga in this shit, ya I'm smokin' on that dank
Yeah, I'm high in the sky, did that shit with a geeb
You know I do my thing, and you best believe
New car, and that shit already impounded
Like, damn, finna get your bitch pounded, damn
Hold up, till she grounded
Like, damn, and you know I'm well-rounded, damn
Bring it back one more time, yeah, I think I can punch in
Like, damn, and you know I'm gonna punch him
If he try to test me or my lil' thang
Like, damn, introduce you to this lil' thang
Like, f*ck wrong with you, bitch-ass nigga
Damn, bitch-ass nigga
Man, f*ck wrong with you, you bitch-ass nigga
You bitch-ass nigga