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bugatti beez - my way lyrics

[intro]
(huh?)
funny how i’m finna start this sh-t
joint in my hair, finna spark this sh-t
finna paint a picture like i’m artistic
watch this sh-t
finna have ’em gossiping
don’t pay no matter what this gossiping
push beef like i’m cow tipping
shoes tied; i am not tripping
n-gga, i’m a bull with the mic like scott pippen
(oh shiznit..)

[verse 1]
you motherf-ckers gone get enough of discussing
who the hottest one when they be dropping like i don’t
exist!
close to the gutter like i’m bowling big
yeah, i’m bigger than hot dog, i’m a polish, b-tch!
ain’t n0body cold as this!
if it’s next to my gr-ss, n-gga, i ain’t finna mow the sh-t!
(why not?)
cause n-gga
i stay in the clouds
i’m never on the ground
how am i to notice it?
now i’m finna switch the flow up, n-gga, hold up
if you got weed, n-gga, roll up!
yeah, i’m getting money n-gga, so what?!
oh, what? you mad you ain’t picking up whips like a tow truck?
n-ggas who be thinking like that be k!lling me!
somebody point me to the women, please!
all i need in my life is a bright-skin
tryna get eight from the side for infinity
(wait a minute, g.)
i get out of pockets, but i promise, i’m honest
i’m just tryna get to the commas
and i’m never gone stop it until i think i have a heart attack
demi lovato
i see you haters in the back, wishing that i would just swallow
but man, i can’t
a weapon on top like a tank
n-ggas wishing they belong in a tank
tryna keep up with my lyrics, man
they all finna faint
finna drop a tape
then i know they all finna hate!
(the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.)

[verse 2]
goodness gracious!
finna lift-off
people think i’m mixed with sp-ceship!
i don’t know, but i know i’m not mixed with basic
i can never, ever get complacent
people tell me that the way that i spit’s amazing
and i speak so articulated
and sophisticated
tell the people i run it
i keep it a hundred
i think that be a ben franklin related
(oh my god!)
i’m a different dude
js in my hand, no, not the tennis shoes
i got your girlfriend in my phone, sending nudes
man, i swear to god, that sh-t was rude
but now i’m in the game
and yeah, i’m finna bend the rules
bite my shiny, metal -ss
like the bender dude
but don’t you ever get the sh-t confused
cause i’m close to the hood like an engine, fool
no n-ggas that really gripped a tool
f-ck around and out a pole to a b-tch like stripper move!
*gasp* i ran out of breathe, hold on…

[verse 3]
(aight.)
what the f-ck do i look like?
stopping this hot sh-t
i know the people watchin’
got an ill mind like hopsin
smoke tropic
until my eyelids turn violet
i don’t really wanna ever have to get violent
fly as a pilot!
and i’m only 6’2″
but i could f-ck around and dap god if i stood on my wallet
i’m forever rising
surprising all of my haters and now
i’m serving n-ggas like waiters
tip me or meet the tip of the nine!
(*gunshot*)

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