Don’t Get Mad

Got three minutes on a beat Need a storytelling feat Wash my face off for her seat No deli she on my meat New Delhi food in the street Next trip paid off in one tweet And I’m flexing every day Getting sexed every day Already huge in a way Yeah, I’m huge. Your girl would say. And I only increase pay Need a new girl, Jessie day? Issa joke don’t even play Old girl always gets her way It’s wifey all every day Turn the corner she might spray Yeah, I told you bitch I’m gay She the sunshine. I’m her ray. She the luau i’m her lay She, the Coco I’m her cay In love with the Coco, I call her bae Don’t fuck with the Popo that’s ACABE Think I’m having a stroke call Dr Dre If you know me in real life This is obviously just a joke And those other songs too, that I wrote About being broke In case the feds are with us I don’t wanna croak If anything, I’d cross the pond To live with some other bloke Before I let a joke Be used as evidence in a court of law I’m hungry as fuck right now let me get A biggie box w no slaw I don’t give a shit about Kai trumps Grandpa So abundant with bread and cheese I forgot we need more chicken to thaw I love this part of a song Where it’s OK to say some real shit right or wrong Where it’s OK to say, I need a thick bitch in a leopard thong And it’s OK to be zero days safe from bringing politics into song I didn’t write the rest of the lyrics sorry