yella beezy - cuz i feel like it lyrics
[chorus]
i just bought me a new whip because i feel like it
i just stained my t–th with lean, them b-tches still icy
you must think i won’t beat that pack out but i’m still tyson
these n-ggas tryna c-ck block on me, b-tches still like it
i just f-cked on that lil b-tch because i feel like it
how you say you gettin’ money, your sacks is still shiesty
i put designer on my b-tch and she get real feisty
medusa head up in versace, have me real righteous
[verse 1]
i threw some dollars on my mama ’cause i feel like it
finna get her a birkin bag, yeah they real pricey
hey, hey, b-tch i stay fresh just like irish spread
i stay slowed up, i sip a lot of lean
i just poured up a deuce in a lot of drink
might have the seal count, talked to a lot of drinks
taliban, taliban, just like a taliban
just got the oil in, n-gga like a taliban
knocked off the bentley n-gga and i just got a benz
no eggs in the pan n-gga, i’ma have to throw it in
you talk that money talk, you gon’ have to show me then
keep askin’ ’bout a b-tch so you must gotta know her then
this n-gga got me crackin’ up, i swear i’m tryna hold it in
knocked the b-tch awhile down just like a bowling pin
i just bought me a car, the b-tches all on my d-ck
yeah i’m throwed like a motherf-cker, can tell i spit
i make hits like a nunchuck, i’m bruce lee in this b-tch
have to stay from these bloodsuckers and get on my sh-t
[chorus]
i just bought me a new whip because i feel like it
i just stained my t–th with lean, them b-tches still icy
you must think i won’t beat that pack out but i’m still tyson
these n-ggas tryna c-ck block on me, b-tches still like it
i just f-cked on that lil b-tch because i feel like it
how you say you gettin’ money, your sacks is still shiesty
i put designer on my b-tch and she get real feisty
medusa head up in versace, have me real righteous
[verse 2]
i got that money, check
give bands to my mama, check
crips and blue hundreds, check
these haters get punished, check
yeah i had to run up a check
these b-tches be lookin’ a mess
your chick can get tooken, oh yes
these n-ggas be woofin’
yeah that’s on the set cuz, you can get wet cuz
these n-ggas be talkin’, say yeah that’s a bet cuz
i make a mess cuz, makin’ lil threats cuz?
check ’cause a n-gga done messed up
no alphabets but you will get f’d up
tryna come test us, in all black dressed up
n-gga i’m all ’bout a check
and all of my problems get checked
these b-tches gon’ swallow, check
where the lean in the bottle, check
yeah i had to run up a check
these b-tches be lookin’ a mess
your chick can get tooken, oh yes
these n-ggas be woofin’
[chorus]
i just bought me a new whip because i feel like it
i just stained my t–th with lean, them b-tches still icy
you must think i won’t beat that pack out but i’m still tyson
these n-ggas tryna c-ck block on me, b-tches still like it
i just f-cked on that lil b-tch because i feel like it
how you say you gettin’ money, your sacks is still shiesty
i put designer on my b-tch and she get real feisty
medusa head up in versace, have me real righteous
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