Sweethearts - Deed lyrics

Deed [Verse 1: Sweetheartz] If you got a problem with me, you let me know it I expect you to talk bad at a show And give me jealous looks, the tells that translate You're just as fed-up with the bull and full of the hate You want to talk, finally you seem to have my attention Couldn't bother me before, and how! You want me to stop helping, be on suspension? Where it's needed, I got the deed to inherit hip hop's Pitié-Salpêtrière Tear it up, grow hair on it, cut her up and mark it Maybe I give back the Roh-Bot Sign my name on a tootsie rapper tout de suite like I'm a rockstar Recruit a group of you reactor types And amp your careers like a raw fruit exhibits your fears When you toot out your ears Cus my loot rocks like Pabst Blue Ribbon beers You hear me, fear me, try and get near me? I'm all over your clause like a Santa With cause to respect your choices, you problems, your voices I'm not a gift but uh, good luck, I'm annoyed sh**less Some of you look good shirtless, know what to do with a buck: Get the b.f.f. with the b.f., you got a fanner and a fan of the f** Say it again, say that I s** (Chorus) There's no catch line, there isn't I think it's just wrong You can't leave a beat with a hole in the song I'm rolling with rose of the best, your bud seedy and shady Real mature you co*k s**er. Kinda good for you, lady You realize you just insulted half my friends? And now imma mess your a** up Take her out boys, she's a little tainted Thinks she's not all that so she's making fun of my bu*t fat Would you do some good and show her that I'm not selfish It's just that I'm not one to complain, and my reign don't smell like shellfish I'm a little mermaid, as cute as can be Why won't you look at him, and stop picking on me? I'm serious, I can't handle the stares I'm so aware that your there, I just don't care Cus your Adam's apple ain't hanging And what's the point of banging like a scissor pair? I blow on the dice and tell you which one looks nice Point you toward a lord rockin like Jay-Z and Ice awards I mean e-v-e-r-y one of those words I'll back you up on every one of your talents But you will see my talons when you get in front of my man Start brushin him on his arm like "Hey what's up? You got counted?" I see you, I'm not pushy, but like, you don't stand a chance I barely got him, and he's got a flask in his pants I mean, if he show it to you, you'll let me know And if he wants to let you taste it, go on head give it a blow I'll get him a better one tomorrow If you think I'm being serious right now Then give it a borrow See what happens Uh-oh, I tricked you You got caught cheating I wish I didn't have to beat you But you understand the reason Who's the most bada** one of the Cencus Looping round the world on the arms of a gymnast? I got more stories, and war stories Mint on my breath, and my kiss of d**h A trunk, a crowbar and six ounces of absinth The twitch of a dieing rat, the itch you can't scratch The abs totter than tight rope, rap so fat you can't match Bolder than Denver, mas Amarillo que Lubbock What language am I speaking, if your peaking, I'm lovin' it I throw you out like the trash you are When you get up in my biznitch. (Biotch) Get on going home now, your mommas waiting She stills wants you, go see her and stop negating I'm not asking, you're through masking your true self through your fear There's no time for week nubes cus we got man pubes to clean up over here They watching telly like "Grow me a belly" "Roll me a filly" "Bring your a** up!" I'm like, "All about it!" "Got your dough outed" "Check quarters with my teeth, uh." I'm sick as entertainment and bring more pleasure than a arraignment Win like I'm payed to, careful like a picture painted Portrait of a astronaut, cus I appreciate depth Got more thoughts up here than a fat kid loves meth They don't love it at all, they ain't a thing going on Shut up There's no catch line, there isn't I think it's just wrong You can't leave a beat with a hole in the song I'm rolling with rose of the best, your bud seedy and shady Real mature you co*k s**er, kinda good for you, lady