Copywrite - That's Y lyrics

rate me

Little Natey, what up Natey?

Little Natey Bear!

GET HIM!

Now why you think dames like me?

Cause I bring pain nightly, trust me

Only royalty checks sluts see are King James' Nikes

Anyone, but me claim King, they liars

I think they hires at BK to clean they friers

That's a cardboard crown clown, it ain't like ours

I play like cowards can get it to this flame mind powers

Un-fuck-witable, it'll do more then just riddle you

It'll shit on you, shuttle you to the spittle and spit on you

Like, {hock}, cause I'm a Charles Bronson double

Double 9 double M's, starting constant trouble

So any motherfucker thinking he's better, he's right

He's only thinking he's better, he knows he ain't better then Write

I'm too, evil to go emo C.O's hero, below zero freeze

And I reload squeeze, and I mean so, below demons

I see no reason to be so thieving to beat hoes at least for even

No swoosh, Write won't sport it

Rock Michael Jordan's like I signed a Nike endorsement

Like I'd sign a Nike endorsement

I say one of Lyson's torches, endorse it, mic's I'm scorching

Flew over the road to the riches, went right to the fortune

Make Sean Combs look like Sean Prince when I'm flossing

Maybe that's why they hate first and ride dick right to the foreskin

Once the promoter brings the kid out like an abortion

For the first and last time

When you see me or interview me don't ask why

I am that guy, mad high, blazing something

Smoked out, saying nothing (nothing) when I pass by

That's me, that's us

O-Dot, you bitches, we some bastards

Six grams per every session, ahemm, I got the dro

I'll anwser all ya questions but then ya'll got to go

If I got a kid with you and I got a spliff

Bitch you get not a hit, get you not, not a sniff with you

When you hot as grits, lot of kids diss you

Get mad at me is Jet magazine, not a big issue

I'll probably be the third white rapper to get bills

But I'll probably be the first white rapper to get killed

Walking fire hazard lighting matches, any hotter in the booth

And the sprinklers shooting water from the roof

Atomic dog hogging up all of ya chronic

Walking thru women vomitting, hollering monosyllabic

Fuck fresh to death, I'm so fresh my whole flesh

Just ressurrects, so in no less then the best I'm dressed

Clothes unpressed, like I, just woke up

On stuff, like I don't give one fifth of a whole fuck

Nike airs, nah they wrinkle

And diamonds are forever in my ear like I hear Kanye's single

Your young ho is a fiend for promytheszine, she gung ho

So I showed her lean like Young Dro

Then she showed to me this tongue roll

Brain that'd make a genius dumb slow

Made her clean the cum though

What I mean is I'm so, mean it's un-b

Lieveable, even no witnesses seen the gun smoke

Young Yosemite Sam with cannons

Can't no enemies stand for the hand

Demand 'em, entire jammed em