Claude
Tommy Wit Da Tone
GENRE
Verse I: Mista Bust a Hoe
Bitch I don’t speak, so call my ass Claude
Rather be alone, I ain’t fuckin with no broads
Not to mention comprehension of my own flaws
Hate to break it to ya but bitch I am kind of odd
Never gave a fuck about them bitches or them tricks
Unless I be going out on the funky tinder tip
No names is ever attached so I can slip the fuckin dick
And once I bust my shit I’m outta the door real quick
Feelings ain’t a thang when you was the one that was gettin played
I used to be that muthafucka falling for masquerades
But now I’m on my shit, I guess a playa advanced a gradе
Mista bust a hoe leadin a damn crusade
Rеlationships a partnership or so I was once told
That was about until I walked on through the fuckin door
And what was in my sights? well low and fuckin behold
I caught the bitch on the couch with the neighbor next door
Mane fuck that shit, I ain’t buying you no roses
A girlfriend or a wife be takin away from my own focus
Never lettin my guard down, never will be broken
Cause you muthafuckas always got some fuckin motives, hoe
Verse II: Mista Bust a Hoe
Hit ya with the funky rhythms bumpin out ya systems
On a mission middle man addition of precision
Give ya credit once ya figure out the fuckin riddle
Competition is division when you a musician
Keepin a funky style, staying so cool like a breeze
Muthafuckas copy me, but they ain’t got the steez
If you wanted to ride my nuts you should’ve asked me please
But I know you never could because you lack the expertise
I don’t need a chain or a big shiny rang
Just to know that I dominate the whole fucking game
It’s the same everyday, muthafuckas need restraint
They go fuckin biting off another mans domain
Shit ain’t gonna change, never a point to complain
So I mind my fuckin business and I make my own lane
Just because all these rappers unoriginal and fake
I hate you muthafuckas with a passionate disdain, mane
Bitch I don’t speak, so call my ass Claude
Rather be alone, I ain’t fuckin with no broads
Not to mention comprehension of my own flaws
Hate to break it to ya but bitch I am kind of odd
Never gave a fuck about them bitches or them tricks
Unless I be going out on the funky tinder tip
No names is ever attached so I can slip the fuckin dick
And once I bust my shit I’m outta the door real quick
Feelings ain’t a thang when you was the one that was gettin played
I used to be that muthafucka falling for masquerades
But now I’m on my shit, I guess a playa advanced a gradе
Mista bust a hoe leadin a damn crusade
Rеlationships a partnership or so I was once told
That was about until I walked on through the fuckin door
And what was in my sights? well low and fuckin behold
I caught the bitch on the couch with the neighbor next door
Mane fuck that shit, I ain’t buying you no roses
A girlfriend or a wife be takin away from my own focus
Never lettin my guard down, never will be broken
Cause you muthafuckas always got some fuckin motives, hoe
Verse II: Mista Bust a Hoe
Hit ya with the funky rhythms bumpin out ya systems
On a mission middle man addition of precision
Give ya credit once ya figure out the fuckin riddle
Competition is division when you a musician
Keepin a funky style, staying so cool like a breeze
Muthafuckas copy me, but they ain’t got the steez
If you wanted to ride my nuts you should’ve asked me please
But I know you never could because you lack the expertise
I don’t need a chain or a big shiny rang
Just to know that I dominate the whole fucking game
It’s the same everyday, muthafuckas need restraint
They go fuckin biting off another mans domain
Shit ain’t gonna change, never a point to complain
So I mind my fuckin business and I make my own lane
Just because all these rappers unoriginal and fake
I hate you muthafuckas with a passionate disdain, mane
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