R. City - Only lyrics

[Verse 1] Sketch: Yo I don't f** b**hes just to f** b**hes Cuz then trust me man I'd have enough b**hes And what difference is enough difference? I just want a b**h who s**s dick and does dishes And I'm-feeling a feeling of parody Why are these b**hes so scared of me? I'm impaired to be when apparently I'm impaired Or at least getting impaired with me blow smoke in the air with me Nah nah nah can't touch that Roll another blunt and puff that They ask where my f**s at Middle finger in the air like f** that Damn, any ex that I've had then I hope you know that you dead to me If it cost you your life I'd a tossed up a dime and I wouldn't let you give head to me Y-you the player I'm the referee You outta here don't sleep on it you ain't getting in bed with me You wanna get high but you ain't heavenly You wouldn't be as high as me if you were on ecstasy b**h, I ain't riding around with you in the car with cops out b**h, I ain't riding around cuz I can't ride around no cop out Uh there's a lot of stuff that I crossed off of that bucket list But I just can't keep doing all of it cuz life's a b**h so f** a b**h Here's a verse one thing that you can't take from me From back when I started all of you were hating me Still haven't given it my all but tuned you to stay with me Cuz I ain't trying too hard til' you start paying me, peace [Hook]: Chris Brown [Verse 2] Aaron Johns: Yeah, most emcees be the commonest But I'm the one you don't really want a problem with Halifax on the track how I'm bombing it And we brought it sick while you called it quits Let's go, people always tell me “Insomniak was too good” right? Sketch put me on and I wrecked on his song, apologize like I should right? Feel no shame when I speak with ease Fifteen spitting out a sixteen clip Bet ya turn vegan after beef with me Get green rolling with the sh** he spit Man, every rapper says they're a dying breed wanna rhyme with me But I'm afraid not Definition textbook Irony wanna fly with me Be in the same flock You say “Idols” I say “Rivals” You got Vitals I got Rifles When I get to whip it up no survival, an eyeful And we'll never give it up cause the title is vile Get ya mic hand all tore up right Clown rap kids wanna war on sight Give em' fang and a flame and they scoot with ease Ain't a game that I play when I shoot the breeze So cold off the dome no ALS We gotta do what we do just to pay our debts Pulling up any day then ya gone kid Rollin' up hit the J like Solange did Sick with the sh** each time that he flow Young in the game but he sound like a pro Me k**ing sh** three times in a row Forever on the track but you already know [Hook]: Chris Brown [Verse 3] Mortality Effect: I got your girl on her knees tryna catch in her mouth, it couldn't become my offspring sh** Was that too far too hard of a bar could she lick it up like frosting b**h? I really don't care what you think I'm thinking I'm nice as f** and I'm flaunting it And I don't talk sh** I just talk truth when it's about you it happens to be talking sh** Because you s**, you s**, you s** more dick than I thought possible And I'll make ten mil before I'm twenty-five, I'm that phenomenal And I'm ??? now more than a couple women are tryna take advantage Would say that I'm great they others say I'm fantastic Let's agree to disagree why argue semantics? God damn boy it's good to be back Lighting up the blunt if you b**hes wanna match I wish a rapper would hit me with a diss track Just so I could hit em' back with a click clack uh! And this sh** is just practice, wit sharp like a cactus And I break the beat it (Like what?) like a f**ing used mattress And I got the crowd jumping up jumping up like Joe Jackson gym cla** And this is lyrical fallout boy you better get your stimpaks What you know about this M.Effect real sh** b**h blow me And I had to grace the beat cuz we know it's me and it's real rap only