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B-u double d aye, aye, aye

B-u double d aye

Yuh

I beat it man

You don't wanna be mia (Mia)

They talk that work

All they do is play expect that pay

Wrap this round your head like turbans

Swerving in the suburban

Drinking bourbon now yippy kiyyah

See what I'm trying to say

B**h, f**k up out of my lane

Hello

This that mellow fellow

Working 7 days of the week

(Forgive me lord)

Do my best to keep it holy on the sabbath

Dreaming lavish what I sow and reap

Keep it savage

Always gotta it trill

But most importantly

Kill em all with kindness

(Yes sir- yes ma'am)

White senorita call her china

Cause I'm only f**g with the finest

Nah, none of y'all

Casual acquaintance

Where most gonna fall

Claim that they ball, uh

Say it with ya chest better stand tall

Homie told me get the wetter

Be better some days gonna crawl

Y'all stall, claiming that you wanna be the boss

Can't handle a loss, so aside it's tossed

I could go and repeat it, repeat it

And beating ya like mama

With that f**g sandal

Did the f**g message get across (Ha-ha-ha)

Word, ain't give a f**k what you heard

This is my trial and my error

For a better tomorrow

You tsk at a risk it's absurd

Do not approach me with wishes

Bout bitches and fame

When you yourself

Refuse to adapt to the change

Boy from the 817

No high horse

But I commandeer the reigns

F**k up out of my lane

I beat it man

You don't wanna be mia (Mia)

They talk that work

All they do is play expect that pay

Wrap this round your head like turbans

Swerving in the suburban

Drinking bourbon now yippy kiyyah

See what I'm trying to say

B**h, f**k up out of my lane

(Hey) I beat it man

You don't wanna be mia (Mia)

They talk that work

All they do is play expect that pay

Wrap this round your head like turbans

Swerving in the suburban

Drinking bourbon now yippy kiyyah

See what I'm trying to say

B**h, f**k up out of my lane

When you jock the muthafucka

But he still do it better than you (Swerve)

If you say that I f**k with you

But never f**k with me (Swerve)

Need more, haters

Ain't a, 'fraid to, sign up (Swerve)

(Yeah) let a ring ring tingaling

Swanging my dingaling

Baddest muthafucka in the building

Listen, stop me if I'm wrong

But doesn't everybody chip in

Everybody wanna kick it get a ticket

Solicit a minute get explicit

Til they get in a bit of a thicket

Going in circles like a fidget

Depending the hype they pivot

F**g gimmicks really had me going

Saying you get it inventive

Nothing is finish time to get out this pickle

Seems to me I'm surrounded

By a bunch of dimes and nickels

Muthafucka Jones

Man I really tried to make a team

Gullible for the c.r.e.a.m

Never gullible for a dream

Gullible for promising

That they we always got each other's back

Turns out they aint got a spine to tell the truth

So get bent, ain't got any room to rent

Or maybe I'm just shutting out again

Old school pad and pen

Do me you see and never feel again

Went well, for awhile you see

Met a good woman who was good to me

But it seems like i f**d typically usually

If that makes sense

Not a penance or bar or sentence

To make up my foolery

How is she

Idk, but I miss her and her pups and her puss

Guess it was a push into my lane

I beat it man

You don't wanna be mia (Mia)

They talk that work

All they do is play expect that pay

Wrap this round your head like turbans

Swerving in the suburban

Drinking bourbon now yippy kiyyah

See what I'm trying to say

B**h, f**k up out of my lane

(Hey) I beat it man

You don't wanna be mia (Be mia)

They talk that work

All they do is play expect that pay

Wrap this round your head like turbans

Swerving in the suburban

Drinking bourbon now yippy kiyyah

See what I'm trying to say

B**h, f**k up out of my lane

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