letra de chris rock - unghetto mathieu
[verse 1]
head so good it gave me an epiphany, swallow my children but she wasn’t kidding, g. n-ggas calling me broke, is you kidding me? what you sayin’ n-gga you my enemy? i could never lose let these women choose, i can’t help it that these women into me & i got that n-gga sick to his stomach cause i put that d up in her kidney! where yo racks at? (i got plenty!) n-ggas hatin’ (it be sickening!) n-ggas started with me like chris rock, got the smith-n on me so i’m finishing
[chorus]
can’t count that money no more, put it on the scale. that b-tch gon’ weigh! you an obstacle, gotta’ choppa full, bet it get you out the way. it’s funny cause she use to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed, it’s funny cause she use to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed. it’s funny cause they use to play with him, now that boy gettin’ paid n-ggas hatin’ for free, they pay me a fee every time a post gets made step out the “krib”, these hoes get cray’ i’m runnin’ to cash they runnin’ to me i’m gettin’ to this bag, it’s something to see. ain’t textin’ her back, i leave her on seen
[verse 2]
way too many racks, they bust out my jeans. thay pistol play tag, it made that boy freeze. n-ggas throwin’ salt, it made the boy sneeze. never goin sad, i f-ck her with ease. never really had, n-ggas really mad, i been in my bag, like wallet & keys! finna take my ass to the mall & “spazz” ain’t no point in stashin’ all of this cheese. b-tch i’m on my grind, i been feelin’ rad! dunkin’ on they ass, i’m ballin’ in jeans! you ain’t talkin’ bread? ain’t talkin’ to me! you ain’t givin’ head? i’m not givin’ d! yo grandmama love me, she ’bout 70, she gon’ make sure i eat. ya bot copyin’ me, where is your i.d? i don’t wanna tap twice, this not ig
[chorus]
can’t count that money no more, put it on the scale. that b-tch gon’ weigh! you an obstacle, gotta’ choppa full, bet it get you out the way. it’s funny cause she use to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed, it’s funny cause she use to wig on me, now that hoe get slayed. it’s funny cause they use to play with him, now that boy gettin’ paid n-ggas hatin’ for free, they pay me a fee every time a post gets made step out the “krib”, these hoes get cray’ i’m runnin’ to cash they runnin’ to me i’m gettin’ to this bag, it’s something to see. ain’t textin’ her back, i leave her on seen
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