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 fuckers 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 pussy intention
Karma will shoot ya
"Roger that"
Young Money Cash Money Bitches
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
Assass is fat
B-Patz kill 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