[Chorus]
Don'-Don't call me a fag. Oh
You will end up smoking pack of twenty later
Then you'll move on to a higher grade, better graad. Oh!
Regular now to the Ayah man - twenty bag. Oh
You can't ever hold a candle to this fag, a light dou
Limp in your lane and watch me sprinter pass yo
A pussy dick will never hear me saying to him: "I do"
Nor will I ever think of fucking every man's do
[Verse 1]
When I bring out H . H . H, dicks go on they hiatus
Lead doin' a Paul spittle-special in they faces
I'mma get the cages
Weigh this
Yeah I'm the heavy weight champ so fuck who Barrеtt Wade is
If you gon' be chicken, bе Tikka
Put some spice to it. Paprika
Noquero peeka-peeka
With my every come back they weaker
Like I put they power on eureka
Stay a low grifter
Fourth EP in, already chic(er)
Sprung a whole year in less than a leap year
Make 'em wake up to my brews, I'm ya barista
Show you my rage when I'm stomping like Batista
What's wrong if I'm winnin' as a gay, right?
What's the matter with it if I always slay right
Dicks can't compare to me even if they 'straight like'
Shout out to the greats, Nicki/Em'/Bey/Drake/Wayne/Mike
Representing less but they be gettin' the most dow
Multipley skilled so I sit with da Mosto
Since thirteen spitting better than most do
With me be professional coz I stay pronto
[Chorus]
'-Don't call me a fag. Oh
You will end up smoking pack of twenty later
Then you'll move on to a higher grade, better graad. Oh!
Regular now to the Ayah man - twenty bag. Oh
You can't ever hold a candle to this fag, a light dou
Limp in your lane and watch me sprinter pass yo
A pussy dick will never hear me saying to him: "I do"
Nor will I ever think of fucking every man's do
[Verse 1 - (outro)]
This be art! Urbino Majolica
(No way!)
Maiolica
(No way!)
Urbino Majolica
(No way!)
My maiolica
Here we progress we don't fuck with repeaters
Tasting real goat so you known as da Pitas
Entertainment. You're in seater
Make em take seats. Wank a load on my pictures
[Verse 2]
I mean it's all about the game
I ain't playin'
Never about the fame
It's what I'm enjoying
Me who they applaud
Met the plug. So it's according to me
Now you should be WATTing them out
That's who Woedi is about
You should keep a low profile
Stick out your belly. Most ache when the pro's style
Can't even tile with mosaic but your bros tile
Childish dick when all they talk about is hoes chi
I am Nicki's apprentice
Who you think gon' be crowned king as my pen diss?
Heavy On It, where I send this
Dudes I do body useless, act as appendix
Winner spot already taken, you can have the loser
If ya out here beggin' please, cannot be a chooser
You can play the bruisee and I'll play the bruiser
I know I make 'em coochie you can call me the coocher
Back in the bizz
Cheater stunts fuck the Mizz
He doin' Monday night raw - it's bare back when he jizz
I know they tasting my fist - my punch fast do not miss
If he gon' act like a baba then give his dada a kiss
[Chorus]
'-Don't call me a fag. Oh
You will end up smoking pack of twenty later
Then you'll move on to a higher grade, better graad. Oh!
Regular now to the Ayah man - twenty bag. Oh
You can't ever hold a candle to this fag, a light dou
Limp in your lane and watch me sprinter pass yo
A pussy dick will never hear me saying to him: "I do"
Nor will I ever think of fucking every man's do
[Verse 2 - (outro)]
This be art, da Vinci yo Mona Lisa
Yo! Mona Lisa
Da Vinci yo Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa
Here run fare we don't fuck with the cheaters
Here we fight real we don't fuck with Nikita's
Enter trainin' to defeat him
He gon' really shoot I don't make a dick precum
