J. Reid - Mecca lyrics

[Verse 1: J. Reid] I'm an astronaut, who raps a lot Plots don't stop when booty's drop We breaking in your safe, and in your fridge, takin' your bacon I'm mistaken for these f*ggot kids who flamin' like their satan What I'm saying, is debating on who the f** is escaping What I'm saying is your b**h receiving dick with all her curls Let me see if she can post how I be hitching all the girls In the eight I'm great, I rule this sh** I whip with all the looters b**h She blow 'til I shoot mayo out my tuba, That's an instrument Don't care about the diamonds, or diving in with the hoes I don't where Diamond cause I am into wearing my own clothes I'm the sh** man, you a sh** can I'm prime ribs and you burgers I've been it man, from the get man But you listen like you ain't heard us Gotta sit man, take a pen man, check the wordplay in these verses Told your girl get off her knees so I can eat her thighs like Churches They say we're prime to rhyme and we will blow this time next season If your dime's p**y is sore, my dude, just know you ain't the reason Prime