I used to dream bout nice cars
I still dream bout nice cars
Nowadays, seems a rapper just rapping to be a star
I'm taking em to Mars, Im bizar
Dropping cookies on bars
That's a real present, real future, and it's not odd
They just wanna make hits, that's why I be making combos
Be making these tricks, magical vaginal all hoes
My gift is
To get you lifted
I be so majestic, it's getting a bit tricky
Shampoo
Wash you f**ers off
Forgot you already soft
Brush that dirt off my shoulder, I'm on one so you off
You a sinner
I'm the center of attention
Showed you my position
Kamasutra
Bust yo p**y intention
Karma will shoot ya
"Roger that"
Young Money Cash Money b**hes
We used to that
Not making good just making business
They ain't use to rap
That's why I gotta rap and save 'em all by tacking back their tracks
T-Racks they wack
Assa** is fat
B-Patz k** rats
Recap relax
Sometimes I don't write down lyrics but just freestyle
Cause the message I'm sending you that my mixtape's name is WOW