Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: Guy Harrison]
I’m a bachelor that need a rap award
Is that too much to be asking for?
I ain’t going back to get my masters or a PHD
GH free, soon as the cap off and gowns down
I’m schooling them
Scale of 1-5 ladies saying dude’s a ten
Yeah I keep it rollin like Tour de France
No Lance, but I strong- arm hoes
Got the song on froze
I ain’t playing man I belong in the pro’s
Play this jawn on the Bose to the maximum (to the max)
Giving no fucks like a catholic nun
No substitute, I’m substantial
Hunting instrumentals put em over that mantle
Tryna cop a feel, let me get a handful
Then she said no, left my balls Blu Cantrell ha
Hit em up style, skipping that trial
If they judging me ha! Fuck em in General–Tso’s
How’s that, awesome like an Aussie eating in a Outback
Who’s that? Who’s that? That’s g.H that’s how he’s commonly known
Getting to the point like geometry homework
Rollin my own herb, yes I’m a stoner
Back of my license I’m a organ donor
But my liver all drunk , I be drinking like glunk-glunk…glunk-glunk
Got funk in the blunt fucking on the top bunk
I be feeling all over that junk in the trunk
Like groceries, got my dick all in her ovaries
Nutting on the upholstery
So official like a notary
Do it big nigga how its supposed to be
OG OG, g.H that’s the trademark
Man they loving my rhymes cause they smart
Tell em fall back, then they play they part
Movie role, got the doobie rolled
That’s that – that pass that here
Tryna get up up on another tier
Nigga – say it with an R might get slapped
Head up in the books, never in the trap
Syracuse met a chick named Sarah Q
Swear the kid colder than caribou
Need a Theraflu got the health intact
And the steez contagious get the hell back
Rap game david blaine
Alien no blood in my veins
Dog whispering got the bitch trained
Quiet them lying they ain’t even got a mane
Plain jane turn her to a dime
Like I had wishes its Timmy Turner time
It’s fine no problemo
Finna runaway with this shit like Django and go off, and go off
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