You ain't f**ing with my team
I'm on them dexys, but my n***as be like, "Come on, I lean"
You ain't f**ing with my team
I'm on them dexys, but my n***as be like, "Come on, I lean"
She want it bad
Like it's MJ
Her man is feeling blue
Like he chambray
n***a cold and fancy
Moet on ice
In the bathroom blowing coke
While these n***as is on Sprite
And I'm rapping for the n***as they called f*g cause they was swaggin'
Now these n***as jacking cause the girls that we be baggin'
And I'm chilling out in Brooklyn, it's too crowded in Manhattan
And I'm trying to start an attraction with a girl softer than satin
And she want me cause my fashion's chic; I'm dressing like it's Fashion Week
And she gon' have some trouble walking when it comes to after me
Heart running like an athlete, she's cumming Taylor Swiftly
She's gunning for my heart like tools that make the haters history
You want a piece of my heart? Come and get me
You want a piece of my heart? Come and get me
You want a piece of my heart? Come and get me
We drink two fingers of Two Fingers, my two fingers
Are truth bringers; me in the booth? That's truth, n***a
She only twenty-two, but she's seen the world
She blonde, her eyes are blue; she's trying to see some swirl
She's trying to be the girl whose feet'll curl when I eat her pearl
Her schemes unfurl, but I'm with it too, so it's fifty shades of a tea named earl
She likes it rough, so I'm choking her up
And she's leaning like styrofoam cups
And she's rubbing her clit like a Buddha for luck
And she's begging me to just keep on giving her co*k
Yeah, she just keeps begging me to give her the co*k
So I give her the co*k and I give her the co*k
And I give her the co*k and I give her the co*k
And I give her the co*k, but I'm giving no f**s
Yeah I'm giving no f**s
Yeah I'm giving no f**s
And she's a fox in socks
And she can't wrestle for sh**, but n***a, you should see her box