sons & critics

Singer:baby keem

you a critic

boy

shut the fuck up

i'm a freak ho

hit her

dawg

and i'm in the cut

she on white

'cause i energize her way too much

if we got up on a pic

ho

it's time to pick it up

up

up

up

and my neck king tut

ah-ha-ha

i go up with the goons if i must

ah-ha-ha

and my bitch always catch a nut

ah-ha-ha

double d's

but she throw the b's up

ah-ha-ha

ayy

this that big road rage

this ain't one-way street

time to flip the regime

welcome to the new me

she don't know when i land

but she know when i leave

this that raw and uncut

this that young hykeem

bitch

dressed in vogue

she's a slim one

woah

don't front

you was just where i live

woah

woah

hold my cousin elevator in his crib

woah

woah

hold my baby pictures

probably on his fridge

woah

woah

it's a lot of sponge around me

lot of sons around me

real ones are drowning

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

it's a lot of funds around me

rap sons around me

get the fuck from around me

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

they playin' right long

they ain't talkin' on the phone

we got tail-feather bag

watch your taste level on?

mine is pglang

no you didn't hear wrong

hold that bag

thirtyteen-hundred

take your peachy ass home

oh

you a psychic ho? that little ouiji

say he takin' care of you

he just put the gas on

okay

baby

get your money

hit me when you're back on

i'm jaded to the hustle

prove my critic ass wrong

it's a lot of sponge around me

lot of sons around me

real ones are drowning

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

it's a lot of funds around me

rap sons around me

get the fuck from around me

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

your last one told me that she 'bout to bounce back

i give her backstrokes

ew

now she mad

oh

you really thought you had one?

you ain't had to sweat one

wanna fuck

she hot

seven million for my last one

listen boys

listen up

listen quick

if your bitch ain't black

don't pose for the pic

deep down we all know the hoes really hate that shit

fuck that ordinary bitch

get you an insane bitch

i'm a philosopher

she a brain doctor

pg headquarters

in the field playing soccer

heart if the team

number ten on my locker

ayy

you niggas silly

boy

hot sauce on your-

boy

what you look like flying in? stay your ass in

told myself these hoes ain't shit

and niggas always makin' noise

had to flip ten million with 'em

big investments with the

it's a lot of sponge around me

lot of sons around me

real ones are drowning

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

ho

it's a lot of funds around me

rap sons around me

get the fuck from around me

ho

ho

ho

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ho

ho

ho