-ggas how yall doin? I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges I dont eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution, no
a lotta whips, well I got a lot I got the right to be cocky Get so much cut, disc jockeys jock me You niggas mad that you not me I remain a Giant, and
I You and I, You you and I, You you and I, You you and I, You and I You you and I Oh yeah I'd rather die, without you and I (Come on put your
Nebraska guy Yeah somethin' about Baby U&I U&I, U U&I, U U&I, U U&I, U&I U U&I Oh yeah I'd rather die, without U&I (Come on put your drinks
a player, but a nigga ain't trippin' And I ain't sayin' that he don't love you But I don't think he love you like I do But it's okay, it's alright My
bags get straight in that taxi cab cause later my bachelor pad i hate to see her go but i love to watch her leave but i bet she coming back like she
song, I got a record label thats putting me on But I still stay classy still stay classy still stay classy I'ma do what I gotta do and ... If you're not relatin its hard not
Ricky Bobby I'm at the W but I can't meet you in the lobby Girl, I gotta watch my back 'cause I'm not just anybody I seen 'em stand in line just to
And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy And her friends are cut throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare
shrimp, trip to the tropics That's not my steez, not like me It's not the way I wanna blow my cheese, like I blow my trees The whole world know I need
like "Trae, where you been?", niggas actin like I ran away Hear not, bitch I'm still the king, check the resume Asshole til they bury me or I get sent
Destination hell or heaven I'm a rida Say I'm a rida I'm a rida Say I'm rida I'm a rida Say I'm a rida I'm a rida Say I'm a rida [VERSE 1] They putting
I don't know what it is but I love you(x3) I don't know what you do but I love you(x3) I don't know what it is but I love you(x3) I don't know what you
' I'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his 'cuz Thinkin' them slugs'll fly Call me P.C Tempers feelin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the
victim of my criminal ways I wanna walk in the image of Christ But that bitch Vivica nice And I'm still swimmin' in ice I'm just livin' my life I'm
time I deal in past tense 'Cause I'm past rims and I'm past tints If you drivin' it I drove it You got it 'cause I sold it You copped it, I bought it
And if I can take you out, I'll show you off baby, I want the whole world to see. (Because you look so blind) Cause they same I?m a star (But you can
arguing more and it's getting less romantic yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon but I f-cked you right I will I f-cked you right I will I'll f-ck
