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[Featuring: Mac Lethal]
[Verse 1: Ubi]
Want to play the beat, I moved up the ladder and I lay the heat,
I do what I do every day of the week and even improve in the booth where Iâm paid to speak.
Fuck you say to me, when you play in the bench you can take with ease
But Iâm thinking that they like me, J Dupri.
And Iâm thinking if I cut them they will bleed.
Itâs just too plain to see these, motherfucker bout two flames a week,
They know nothing about this flame I speak
They run around bitching cause they canât compete
So donât ask me shit, he should know
I'mma tell him everything he need to know
You donât even know shit, you need to slow
You motherfucker rolled up and read the code.
We the most left on for turn to years
I Ainât talking about a couple of months you hear.
And youâre acting like Ces has just appeared
Wanna run up and test went up to hear
Go ahead, spread your shit
End in a place where the lead donât fit,
Man, I donât play I end your shit
If the air donât bake and the bread donât sip
And I read your script, fuck your lines,
Flesh donât burn and sun donât shine
Ces don't ride if the back donât earn
Get up in the line, you can get your turn.
And X your eyes, sex your birth,
You never gonna ride you don't let go first
Came by employed on your momma boy,
Little motherfucker lookin' like a mongoloid.
[Hook:Ubi & Godemis]
If the head donât fit, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
Suck this dick, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
If the head donât fit, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick.
[Verse 2: Godemis]
Partyâs packed, partyâs packed,
Let me get a part of that
Black clover up in this bitch
And no, he donât know how to act
If she fronting, hold me tell her blow me and donât call her back.
Even if sheâs on the floor having a fucking heart attack.
Gangs on 10 here up in the club
Weâre all in here up in the club
Came in the club with the bud and a buzz
Now want a shot and a little bit of what
I donât know, I donât know, falling like a domino
Budget ballin', parking lot pimpin' outside of the Conico.
Weâre mixing two for the alchemy, now I'mma tell what itâs about to be
Like M-L-K Iâm about to take one to the head on the balcony
And I know some fools got it out for me, though,
I donât wanna say I got them.
I'mma kill them all and let Christ sort âem, thatâs Godâs problem.
And I mean im out of orbit, they say that Iâm so fly'
Get a gig as a Chippendale, all I need is a bow tie'.
My Temper telling me to attack âem, but clearly that would be the day
A clipse' and weâre on our grind otherwise known as that T-M-J.
[Hook:Ubi & Godemis]
If the head donât fit, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
Suck this dick, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
If the head donât fit, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick.
[Verse 3: Mac Lethal]
Denied by the bank for a loan
Denied by the bank for a loan
Yup, so I got a shoe box for the cash
And I pay for the whole damn house on my own.
Bitch, do you want a mouth full of stone?
Then keep trying Mac leth. ain't hard
And I sure like to seen it like I see a meteor
Reach for back for the black pre-paid card
And this and that Mega Mac pilfe bitch
How youâre number two, but you still ainât shit
Better stall your cops, better call yours off
If your head donât fit I'mma saw yours off.
Now you can't hear your mix-tape getting killed
Playground days back in 6th grade drinking milk
To now where every single last one of
You motherfuckers are still lookin' hella' bitch made like a quilt.
Thereâs a five hundred and fifty million dollar power ball jackpot
Going on literally as I record this and I would go and try
And buy the winning lottery ticket but Ces Cru called
And said we gotta revisit on the white Wu-Tang shit while they kick it
And just because the music is strange donât mean that it got to be wicked
Wiki-wiki Wikipedia Mac bitch, stroking on a media fat bitch,
Smoking on pd with black lips, open all your media outlets
Watch me read the whole encyclopedia backwards.
Iâm the king, goddam-it, and Iâm alpha mating,
If you see a little rapper in the crowd thatâs hating
Know that he rode on my dick so long that the GPS bitch said recalculating
[Hook:Ubi & Godemis]
If the head donât fit, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
Suck this dick, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick
If the head donât fit, get off my dick
Spread your shit, get off my dick
Spread your legs, get off my dick.
- Album:
- Catastrophic Event Specialists
- Recession Proof (EP)
- Codename Ego Stripper
- Constant Energy Struggles
- Recession Proof
- Capture Enemy Soldiers
- Constant Energy Struggles (Deluxe Edition)
- 13
- Codename: Ego Stripper (Deluxe Edition)
- Catastrophic Event Specialists (Deluxe)
- The Storm (Deluxe Edition)
- Constant Energy Struggle
- The Playground