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Feloni - Envy lyrics
INTRO Thank you ladies and gentlemen For coming out to see me tonight, and I Do appreciate all the... the boos But I'ma speak my peace, nevertheless, you understand VERSE 1 Oh, it ain't hard to tell where you comin' from You envy me, baby, cuz I'm the chosen one You don't pay my bills You don't eat my cl-t You don't run this sh-t So keep suckin' d-ck And while you wastin' time I stay on my grind So I can twirk a meal Say no to crime So what the f-ck you talkin' Betta' keep walkin' Before I pull this nine and commence to barkin' I'ma quite girl, but a violent girl If you try to f-ck with my private world It becomes a cat-daddy matter I'll put a hole in yo' muthaf-ckin' bladder, boy Oh, now I'm too serious A little bit delirious (It's that crazy b-tch She done gone insane If you stay with her You gon' be the blame) No,if you stay with me You'll be the one to gain... CHORUS Now call yo' dogs off, baby Now call yo' muthaf-ckin dogs off VERSE 2 Cuz we had a fight You think that give you rights To try and blow my spot Cuz we both got hot Don't be tryin' to check me On that bullsh-t Yo' people make mistakes, on the real tip But you perfect haters wanna' be the playas Bouncin' in the D to the Himalayas You can't take my shine Bitch, I'm too sublime Plus I'm droppin' hits in my f-ckin' prime They say that first cut always runs deep Like with the phattest ass always comes heat If you wanna' get the test on, baby I suggest you grab the muthaf-ckin' teflon Oh, you can bring the drama cuz I don't hit like momma I'll mindf-ck yo' head, like the Dhali Lama You like popparazzi checkin' mics one and two I'm like Butch Jones Boy, what you gon' do... CHORUS Now call yo' dogs off, baby Now call yo' muthaf-ckin dogs off BREAK) F-ck haters and media hearsay F-ck haters and media hearsay F-ck haters and media hearsay You know it's gon' sell in spite of the envy VERSE 3 Yo' let me rap this up You got me so f-cked up If you here to judge I don't need yo' love (She say, he say, she say, he say, she say) You can't be listen to those weak hoes They done got you punked Got you off that skunk Keep yo' ass so drunk Now you wanna' front What you runn'n back to me fo', Flow I thought you wanted to freak with other people Listen, I ain't got time for this sh-t Thank you for comin' out Make way for the bad girl Bad girl comin' thru CHORUS Now call yo' dogs off, baby Now call yo' muthaf-ckin dogs off You gotta bad girl comin' thru You gotta bad girl comin' thru Make way for the bad girl The unusual suspect... that's me Make way for the bad girl The last time you gon' see a bad girl like this Let me tell ya' |
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