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Letra : Don't Get Me Started
What's up, ho? ’Cause when the fuck you started talkin' like that? Bitch
What?
Fuck you mean, ho?
Hahahaha
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n***a Doe)
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain’t more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, n***a, I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, n***a, I'ma go back to the apartments, n***a
Boy, you ain’t even havin’ gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, n***a
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, n***a
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, n***a
You hate me bad, I hope you n***as know I ain’t even started, n***a
I ain't never been to Cali', tell 700 I ain't even cappin’
Might text me a bitch, say, "LOL," on me, I ain't even laughin'
These pussy n***as takin' extra L's, they really lackin'
If I had to choose between trap or rap, on God, I'm trappin'
If I had to choose between fightin' or shootin', I'm goin' for clappin'
Might take your bitch for ransom, roll her up, and go kidnap her
You know I ain't chasin' hoes, I'm out of breath like I got asthma
I'm gettin' money like Chicken Man's son, but I ain't no snapper
I'm bendin' the corner, whippin' that Ghost through this bitch like I'm Casper
I'm draped in Dan, but not Lil Baby cousin, this shit here Dapper
I told my bitch just take her time, I don't know how to change no Pamper
But I could be your man and run the streets and still be a rapper
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, n***a, I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, n***a, I'ma go back to the apartments, n***a
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, n***a
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, n***a
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, n***a
You hate me bad, I hope you n***as know I ain't even started, n***a
Don't get me started, n***a, I'll bust a move and up my rank
If I can't fuck you, bitch, don't play, you know you fuckin' dank
Bitch can't even hit the BnB you ain't fuckin', what you think?
I'm thuggin' hard, but to my mama, she still think I'm a saint
Uh, n***a tryna rock my boat, don't know they gon' sink
Uh, n***a try to bend that road, on God, he gon' sing
I'm belt to ass on all these n***as like Pootie Tang
And I just came in for the bag, I don't want the fame
You know I'm raised up in this shit like Raising Cane's
She say she full of wizard, might make her give up the brain
I'm young and turnt, I want a bust down, no, not plain
I ain't flew to Cali' since I lost one-fifty on that plane
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, n***a, I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, n***a, I'ma go back to the apartments, n***a
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, n***a
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, n***a
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, n***a
You hate me bad, I hope you n***as know I ain't even started, n***a
What?
Fuck you mean, ho?
Hahahaha
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my n***a Doe)
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain’t more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, n***a, I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, n***a, I'ma go back to the apartments, n***a
Boy, you ain’t even havin’ gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, n***a
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, n***a
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, n***a
You hate me bad, I hope you n***as know I ain’t even started, n***a
I ain't never been to Cali', tell 700 I ain't even cappin’
Might text me a bitch, say, "LOL," on me, I ain't even laughin'
These pussy n***as takin' extra L's, they really lackin'
If I had to choose between trap or rap, on God, I'm trappin'
If I had to choose between fightin' or shootin', I'm goin' for clappin'
Might take your bitch for ransom, roll her up, and go kidnap her
You know I ain't chasin' hoes, I'm out of breath like I got asthma
I'm gettin' money like Chicken Man's son, but I ain't no snapper
I'm bendin' the corner, whippin' that Ghost through this bitch like I'm Casper
I'm draped in Dan, but not Lil Baby cousin, this shit here Dapper
I told my bitch just take her time, I don't know how to change no Pamper
But I could be your man and run the streets and still be a rapper
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, n***a, I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, n***a, I'ma go back to the apartments, n***a
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, n***a
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, n***a
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, n***a
You hate me bad, I hope you n***as know I ain't even started, n***a
Don't get me started, n***a, I'll bust a move and up my rank
If I can't fuck you, bitch, don't play, you know you fuckin' dank
Bitch can't even hit the BnB you ain't fuckin', what you think?
I'm thuggin' hard, but to my mama, she still think I'm a saint
Uh, n***a tryna rock my boat, don't know they gon' sink
Uh, n***a try to bend that road, on God, he gon' sing
I'm belt to ass on all these n***as like Pootie Tang
And I just came in for the bag, I don't want the fame
You know I'm raised up in this shit like Raising Cane's
She say she full of wizard, might make her give up the brain
I'm young and turnt, I want a bust down, no, not plain
I ain't flew to Cali' since I lost one-fifty on that plane
Don't get me started, bitch, your pussy ain't more than a quarter
I was in that party, bitch, I was cursin' like I ain't no artist
Mm, I was pullin' the larceny, n***a, I was slidin' and duckin' apartments
I'ma get my bricks, n***a, I'ma go back to the apartments, n***a
Boy, you ain't even havin' gas, that G gotta stand for garbage, n***a
Every time I open my pack, you know it smell like I farted, n***a
You was comin' to class early, every time, I was tardy, n***a
You hate me bad, I hope you n***as know I ain't even started, n***a
