i.am.mia - off the pj's freestyle lyrics
yea , wait yeah
yea, yea, yeah
(huh)
yea wait yeah
yea, yea, yeah
(oh we adlibin)
no i do not speak to these n-ggas
and these goofies cannot speak to me
i know that they salty i see it, but thats whats they get for thinking that sh-t sweat
won’t do nomore features with n-ggas unless its a fee cause ain’t sh-t in life free
i do not compete with these n-ggas
they not on my level
i’m out of they league
like im kodak i can’t even roll in piece
close my aim you and then i squeeze
n-ggas haten but just like im haha davis taking out you n-ggas
finna be a breeze
compet-tion i got competion ? huh what where point em out n-gga
please
what we beefin bout if it ain’t bout the cheese
why you capn bout it keep it in the streets
sticking to the gs
cause of decisions that you made
the bed that you laid
ain’t no turning-back its to late
i need my money like 2-day
member that you claimed
you was gon make sure your dues paid
this is the game only you played
you know the rules aye
yo b-tch the only thing to trade
i got her bent off the dusse
gripped her a like toothpaste
then she threw it back liike bouquet
if they look uncertain
actin’ like they nervous
tell e’m you ain’t gotta lie craig
always asking where the plugs
where the l!cks
who the dealers for the skets
trynna watch what i do
study all my moves
n-gga you the feds?
where’s ya body cam?
i dont understand or can’t comprehend
why these n-ggas front
get around they homies barking like they tough
n-gga like im diamond joe i’ll call ya bluff
telling stories bout the n-ggas you done dust
hol time that was never what it was
never what it is
you forgot the code lyin to the kid
even if you did it never tell ya bizz
down bad fronting bout the b-tches that you hit
you a grown man lyin on ya d-ck
typa sh-t is that you ain’t build for this
live and breath through rap you know ill k!ll for this
i came h-lla long way from the hallways posted trynna sell a nick
now that i acme up off of clean money i be rolling backys out the zip
haten’ n-ggas in my comments talking nonsense trynna give they 2 cents
put them pennys inna bottle make it flip
keep on haten’ one day yall gone make me rich
not the type to type and argue with a b-tch
i just keep my distance ian with that sh-t
last time she hit my line she wanted d-ck
last time she hit your line she called it quits
nomore debating i be the greatest youngest humblest hustler
staying m.i.a trynna get to a bag
not motivating my drive
these b-tches just blow my high
got my main boosting my ego , my side? boosting at saks
can’t pay these b-tches attention cause p-ssy come with a tax
i take a b-tch out one time all a sudden she feel attached
real n-ggas know what i mean they know a nod they head and say facts
facts,facts
(back in the booth, you n-ggas got me f-cked up)
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