Febreze

Yeah, I'm the shit

Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit

Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit

Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit

Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit

Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit

Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit

I should have Febreze on me

Yeah, I'm the shit

I should have Febreze on me

I got to L's like Pelle, clip ya like LA, Lake'em

I still love my brain on the bacon

You ain't from Kingston, you are Ja-faking

You take her and make up, I mess up her makeup

She started with an acre, put some D's on it

Yeah, I'm the shit, I should have Febreze on me

Take her back street and I put some P's on it

Just left the Gucci store, all I got is G's on me

Yeah, I'm the shit

Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit

Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit

I should have Febreze on me

Yeah, I'm the shit

I should have Febreze on me

Yeah, I'm the shit

I should have Febreze on me

Oh, my slangatory self-explanatory

Have my man step your mans, man got you mandatory

Tell her lift it in her ankle for me

Real niggers in danger, need a fucking container

When I open it up, I can't fucking contain it

I've got ten toes on the pavement so why you fucking complaining?

Watch mad at my bracelet, my bracelet mad at my chain

Chain mad at my pinky so I can't wear no earrings

Yeah, I'm the shit

I should have Febreze on me