Lyrics
(Wockhardt, JANECOCAINE exclusive)
Damn, Mani Montana, bitch
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like, damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Damn, why bitches pressin' on my keys?
Said he tryna do the birds that be comin' with the bees
If you tryna do a race, then I'm winnin' with the ease
I be walkin' around his house, you be ridin' on your knees
I'm a bitch, I'm a freak, seven days of the week (bow-bow-bow)
They go bring me up in shit, but I'm in the bed sleep
If I tell her man a secret, it's a secret he gon' keep
Ain't no faith in their relation, I'm just try to-, I'm not finished
Throw it back, keep my peace, go and give him somethin' to eat
He be grinnin' really happy when he's suckin' on my feet
Sip my tea, push a P all over the magazines
Say it wasn't what it was, but it was what it had to be
Quarantine, real clean, washin' her like a machine
I ain't fuckin' with these bitches, don't care if they fuck with me
I'm a king, I'm a queen, and everything in between
She a clout-chaser chick, do anything for the streams (damn)
Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like, damn, why bitches pressin' my piano?
If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo
I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential (yeah-huh)
I can rap on any beat, just turn on the instrumental
Like, damn, bitch, I don't even rap
Bitch, you wanna see me dance? Hold up, I'ma make it clap
He gon' do what I say with the sound of a snap