Wafeek - No Matta What lyrics

[Verse One] Ladies and gentlemen I got a crazy feelin' It may be iller than a baby k**er Raw dawg raping a child for days Sicker than a f**in' pedophile with AIDS When I, get the feelin' that sh** is a wrap Y'all feel it when I'm billin' yeah the villain is back Sooo Get ready to die the minute I Start feelin' you stole your whole style like Guerilla Black You try to philosophy No, all you imposters, you gots to die I, roll with rastas with lots of ganja They be dumpin' mobsters for cops to find 'em I'm, not rude I'm ruthless I keep my beef short and sweet like Oompa Loompas Keep talkin' cheap boy, you'se a loser You forcin' Feeke to gon' and shoot ya like pow! [Hook] f** you I won't do what you tell me f** you I won't do what you tell me f** you I won't do what you tell me f** you I won't do what you say, no matter what You say my n***as are thirsty West coast, livin' it dirty A little rage music is healthy So f** you I won't do what you tell me [Verse Two] Now, now, now I need cash and fast I'mma gon' head and grab a gat And I call it my cash advance I be makin' like a Mexican in Spanish cla** (Ay Ay Ay Ay!) Pa**in' with flyin' colors Through security to find you f**er Up in the club like you a mack right? You play me to the left I'll give you some Akrite Not only are you flirtin' with my woman I can see that your watch is worth a little somethin' somethin' Y'all meet in the V.I.P I know she wanna bone ya, that's when I run up on ya Head swoll cause you stole my bimbo Your eyes closed cause you on that indo And you sayin' I'm a lame Well you the first certified gangsta, murdered by a wa*ksta [Hook] [Verse Three] Ladies don't trust a player Lying like he love ya, just to lay ya Just play the f**in' game Wake up the next day like, "What's your name?" "Well, most hoes call me 'Freaky' Only my homies know me as Feeke" Holy moly, ?? I'll make you wifey for the weekend "What kind of name is Feeke? Are you a m**m that came to eat me?" "No ma'am I came to pork ya So s** my sausage or I aims to push ya Out the door of a speeding Porsche And you can keep my secret torture Or you need to leave For what a woman's worth you ain't no Alicia Keys." [Hook]