Lyrics of fragment #4

-FUCK YEAH-

My boys on the field, I’m in the studio
Girl come over and chill, my bed there’s room for two
Put on a hard beat, I’ll take my mask off and play the flute
You on Point J. space bar baww lose control

Papa caught me smoking, he said son “you on that good shit”
From Southside Bx, but can’t rap about that hood shit
Yeah my crew in the building bout to burn the roof kid
Yeah Baby this the bootleg, fuck yeah exclusive

Hear’ em bitches calling damn I hang up
Turn my album to a bunch singles
I don’t fuck bitches na fuck bitches no
Yeah i don’t fuck bitches na … mama say watch your language

Open, Ima blow you
that’s what she said
Yeah yeah Ima go blow up
Ben Laden
Nothing happened with your wife
Sinds our affaire
In the club yeah i pour up
Fuck yeah

Everyday rolling sticks
Fuck yeah
Oh yeah no more politiques
Fuck yeah
You like being a Gurk ?
Fuck yeah
No more work work work
fuck yeah

Wtf i’m supposed to be your man now
You mad cause I didn’t invite out
T’es une bad bitch, mais j’te dit ciao
J’vais être retard pour mon show baby

Donc arrêt de me collé
Ima boss you already know it
Ces derniers temps j’suis vraiment debordé
Oh girl my time is money

No new friends
Want a mazzerti and Two Benz
Make sure all my exes hate me
thats called having no loose ends

Maybe I like you a lot
Maybe a little bit
Maybe I like you a lot
Maybe a little bit
Maybe I like you a lot
Maybe a little bit … maybe just a little bit

Fait pas la des
t’es belle et tu le sais
t’es belle tu le sais sais, sais sais sais