Desire (Rapper), TSM Beeezy - Ya Lose! lyrics
[Desire Rapper, TSM Beeezy - Ya Lose! lyrics]
(Airbourn made this) go
Ridin' in the X6 with lil' Jayla
I'm still screamin', "Fuck a hater"
My nigga knock him down
He don't give a fuck
He just worried 'bout the paper
Mix the Wock' with the Tussionex
Now my double cup look like a Laker
Let him come around running his mouth
We gon' spot his ass out with that laser
Okay bye, cool, you lose
My diamonds be shining so bright
It look like the moon on my way to see you
Oh we fucking? They don't got a clue
All my pockets filled with the blues
Got a connection, you the one I choose
I just trapped out my Adidas
I'm ridin' around with my heater
With a bad bitch named Lisa
We smokin' on that reefer
I'ma let you think I need you
Speaking the word like I'm a preacher
Actin' dumb, I'ma have to teach you
Don't come around me, no
You the main ho, on go
Your friends weren't gon' do it, so
Baby I let you know, oh
Everything you put me through, I swear
Still though, these hoes can't compare
And that's toxic, and I know it
But I'm toxic and show it
Gotta keep my head on my shoulders
These niggas tryna blow it
Where you goin' girl with all that ass on
You? Come over and just throw it
I'm a wild nigga from the
South side, bad temper, can't control it
More money, more problems
More bitches like a rasta
I knew you wasn't the one when you
Went and fucked on my partner
You don't really fuck with me
You lookin' for an easy dollar
If I hit it one time
I promise you gon' holler
Ridin' in the X6 with lil' Jayla
I'm still screamin', "Fuck a hater"
My nigga knock him down
He don't give a fuck
He just worried 'bout the paper
Mix the Wock' with the Tussionex
Now my double cup look like a Laker
Let him come around running his mouth
We gon' spot his ass out with that laser
Okay bye, cool, you lose
My diamonds be shining so bright
It look like the moon on my way to see you
Oh we fucking? They don't got a clue
All my pockets filled with the blues
Got a connection, you the one I choose
Ridin' in the X6 with lil' Jayla
I'm still screamin', "Fuck a hater"
My nigga knock him down
He don't give a fuck
He just worried 'bout the paper
Mix the Wock' with the Tussionex
Now my double cup look like a Laker
Let him come around running his mouth
We gon' spot his ass out with that laser
Okay bye, cool, you lose
My diamonds be shining so bright
It look like the moon on my way to see you
Oh we fucking? They don't got a clue
All my pockets filled with the blues
Got a connection, you the one I choose
I just trapped out my Adidas
I'm ridin' around with my heater
With a bad bitch named Lisa
We smokin' on that reefer
I'ma let you think I need you
Speaking the word like I'm a preacher
Actin' dumb, I'ma have to teach you
Don't come around me, no
You the main ho, on go
Your friends weren't gon' do it, so
Baby I let you know, oh
Everything you put me through, I swear
Still though, these hoes can't compare
And that's toxic, and I know it
But I'm toxic and show it
Gotta keep my head on my shoulders
These niggas tryna blow it
Where you goin' girl with all that ass on
You? Come over and just throw it
I'm a wild nigga from the
South side, bad temper, can't control it
More money, more problems
More bitches like a rasta
I knew you wasn't the one when you
Went and fucked on my partner
You don't really fuck with me
You lookin' for an easy dollar
If I hit it one time
I promise you gon' holler
Ridin' in the X6 with lil' Jayla
I'm still screamin', "Fuck a hater"
My nigga knock him down
He don't give a fuck
He just worried 'bout the paper
Mix the Wock' with the Tussionex
Now my double cup look like a Laker
Let him come around running his mouth
We gon' spot his ass out with that laser
Okay bye, cool, you lose
My diamonds be shining so bright
It look like the moon on my way to see you
Oh we fucking? They don't got a clue
All my pockets filled with the blues
Got a connection, you the one I choose