Futuristic
Why Not
Why not? Yeah, I like, I like that shitWhy not? Why not? Why not? Why not?All this money in my pocket got meYo, I copped two bottles and they vote for meNiggas hating and I bag them quick, like groceriesEvery track I make's a masterpieceI make them say, uh, like Master PI see what niggas is doing, so fuck it, I'm doing it betterThey taking what's hot, duplicate it and drop itThey flow be the same, but they're changing their lettersAnd then they got one line and one verse and one songThat people remember that's clever and they go like this,hold upMy bars so cold, I wear one thousand sweatersHouse party at my nigga cribI never let a side bitch find out where I liveI only fuck with fans, I need a dick riderI pick her up then drop her off, like a hitchhikerWhy not? Why not? Why not? Why not?All this money in my pocketMade me feel like why not?Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not?I know, can't nobody stop meSo I'm yelling why not?Letras de cancionesWhy not? My middle finger up, to let these niggas knowYour bitch sucking on me, like a chicken boneI hit that shit, then do my happy danceI'm killing all these rappers, call an ambulanceNo, really though, who is you kidding?Them writtens is awfully shittyIt's twenty fourteen, you rap like Mase and DiddyThere's no marathon, but I'm running my cityYou can find me in the club, just like fiftyI'm rubbing her tittes, you not fucking with meYou trying to slang all these singers and modelsMy nigga, I'm just trying to bang Oprah WinfreyPlay her my song, I know she gon' love itI hit her at her house, we call that homecomingSilk sheets, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, SquadFuck all of that shit that you talking 'boutI'm never gonna join Illuminati
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