Testo So? - Q
Testo della canzone So? (Q), tratta dall'album Note to Self
Pussy boy knows he done fucked up
Got something tucked up
Knows it ain't nothing much
Hit him with the, yeah, hit ass with the double clutch
Leave his ass on the crutch
Hit his bitch, double dutch
Told me that he got racks, motherfucker so
Stepping in the AJ fours, no joke
Hand over hand, letterman on her throat
Said what I said and I meant it, so
XXX, motherfucker, yeah look at me
Meanwhile, you're swinging at the bitches in the little league
Hide the gas pack in the whip with the little trees
Soft ass boy, talking shit but you jittery
Little mama, thirsty, I think shorty feeling me
Never keep a piece, but I swear I keep the heat on me
If you had a fucking problem, why'd you agree with me?
Said what I said and I meant it, so
Yeah, hold up hold up, speaking codes 'cause your ass froze, driving a rundown rave four
Hop out the beam with my bands, two doors
New bag, new fit, mama got Michael Kors
Yeah, I'm curious, but swear I ain't George
Went and bought some pills to overdose from the store
Never been a lame, no shame, no bore
Twenty-twenty-five I'm going to pass my boards
You mad, so what?
You broke, so what?
Bitch so bad, when she's sitting it's lifting up
Never been a drunk but I love a double cup
Caught you in a lie, now you want to cover up
Like fine ass Jennifer, think I had enough
How the hell I took over the rap game so abrupt?
Man, I'm dogging the hell out of these little bitches, they're pups
Said what I said and I meant it, so
I'm hitting the bitches in different cities so pretty, motherfuckers fucking with me 'cause they know I'm staying litty, man
I'm feeling so giddy after shorty gave me the kitty, I want to bake motherfucking muffins, pass me the jiffy
Sending a text, little shorty wants us to have us a quickie
I think I might wife her up, shorty want to chill with me
I had to come through, so I hit her fine ass with that so
Pussy boy knows he done fucked up
Got something tucked up
Knows it ain't nothing much
Hit him with the, yeah, hit ass with the double clutch
Leave his ass on the crutch
Hit his bitch, double dutch
Told me that he got racks, motherfucker so
Stepping in the AJ fours, no joke
Hand over hand, letterman on her throat
Said what I said and I meant it, so
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Writer(s): Quentin Butler
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