MATT FINGAZ

MATT FINGAZ - We Got It lyrics

rate me

(feat. Punch & Words)

There's a first time for everything...Words

[Wordsworth]

My mind has so many subjects I could aid a king

Lynch all you rappers just to get the hang of things

The truth, no special effets

Its hard for you to go against me head to head like homosexual sex

No rescue attempts, aight, chill (aight?)

For bragging rights black and white Farenheits that'd melt

your ice grill, done deally

You hit the pad once a month like periods

I'm the flesh that connects at currency's pyramids, experiment

Optional executions

Y'all niggas mentions Words, but won't do nothin like revolutions

Every man is created equal, besides me

Specifications on my I.D., I multiply by three

Confrontations will help you collect your compensation check

My stats so high it has an observation deck

Autobiographic, let ya have it

My brains packed with so many (w)raps it contracts fire hazards

Tracks-mastered, there's an additional mix

I'ma step up cause I write while y'all listen to this

Accordingly, a chance formally for you to ?reformaly?

Operate, your a orderly, you sound anal orberly

Only get rotation when promotin at the station

You ain't overrated, you only got signed cause your related

[Chorus: All]

[M.F] Want chicks that give head?

[All] Just ask us

[M.F] Want pussy instead?

[All] Just ask us

[M.F] Hot raps and hot tracks?

[All] Just ask us

[M.F] Anything from flows to hoes

[All] We got it

[repeat]

[Matt Fingas]

Too many girls in this world got their morals confused

Like electric (???) got the chorus confused

I'm gettin bomb threats from concepts, according to who?

You know the Matt Fingas haters I suppose is a few

I'm Caught Up, like the movie gettin all torn up

In a rap race, rat race, all for what?

Never drivin if you punks, you can call a bus

Can't hang with us, double till you ball like us

We all in, get my people or repeat it again

Till we all sign the dotted line with the rottenous rhymes

Live in time, major labels better watch their behinds

And greedy girls always want ice monotonous dimes

"That's a bitch move" Something that Canibus wouldn't approve

Start lookin to the most high, spiritually loose

Take my battle ax to battle cats, split em in two

And if were not going gold I'ma blame it on you

[Chorus]

[Punchline]

On point and ready, two sips of Henny

Had your gril doin Striptease like Demi

The way she fake an orgasm she should get an Emmy

Said to many (what?), "Lapdance for a penny"

For those that envy, squeeze till I'm empty

When I come through, talk under your breath like Benny

Cash by the bundle, ass on the humble

Slow with no trouble, you cuff the mic and mumble

On the corners I hustle, careers crumble

For money I fiend, turn my Eyes-Green like E Double

I drink octane and spit hot flames

And wish your moms would've swallowed you when your pops came

I got game for all rappers

I get up in that ass like Gooden's cancer

Words and Punchline we ahead of the game

Love girls who give brain plus the cash and fame

[Chorus]

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