Bill Gates lyrics

by

Gudda Gudda


[Intro]
Uh-huh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Skinny ass pants, fresh pair of Vans
If them n*ggas keep tripping they can share an ambulance
Throw up blood with my hands
My gang popping n*ggas
Smoke that Kiesha, not that Reggie
For you name dropping n*ggas
All day I do it, I do it like Tony
Got a sign on my di*k that say "Bad b*tches Only"
I don't drink champagne, it make my stomach hurt
Man, I'm on that Patron, f*ck with me wrong and get murked
Got a silencer on the gun, that b*tch go pew
Got a mean-ass swagger, my b*tches do too
Yeah, all my n*ggas nuts, and I'm a loose screw
b*tch, I get big bucks, pockets on Bruce Bruce
Yeah, I talk that sh*t, b*tch, I got bread, b*tch, I got toast
Welcome to The Murder Show — I am the motherf*cking host
They call me Weezy F. Baby, yes, I do the f*cking most
I'm at their throats until they choke
The God has spoke
I need a smoke break
(Smoke break…)
[Chorus 1]
Now let it breathe, Tune, yeah
It go; all these b*tches, and n*ggas still hating
I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating
Got a list full of problems, I'll tend to them later
Yeah, life is a b*tch, but I appreciate her, man
All these b*tches and n*ggas still hating
Yeah, I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating
Got a list full of problems, I'll tend to them later
Yeah, life is a b*tch, but I appreciate her, man

[Verse 2]
It go; dark-ass shades, I can't see them haters
Now eat these f*cking bullets, don't forget to tip the waiter
Dress like a skater, ride on you like Shaun White
I'm high all day, you can call that sh*t a long flight
Every night's a long night, every day's a holiday
I don't f*ck with squares, now do that mean I'm out of shape?
Yes, I talk sh*t, got to defecate to conversate
Weezy f*ck the world, yep, I f*ck it 'til it ovulate
Get her to the crib, get in that pus*y and just dominate
Weezy F. Baby, and the 'F' is for 'Fornicate'
Polo Ralph Lauren, b*tch, that's what my pajamas say
Big tall glass of some sh*t you can't pronounciate
Boogers in the bezel of my watch with the vomit face
And still I do not give you motherf*ckers the time of day
Pistol in your mouth, I can not make out what you trying to say
And if they want a war, then tell them motherf*ckers "Bombs away"
[Chorus 2]
Man, all these b*tches, and n*ggas still hating
Man, I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating
Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later
And life is a b*tch, but I appreciate her
Man, all these b*tches, and n*ggas still hating
And I used to be balling, but now I'm Bill Gating
Got a list full of problems — I'll tend to 'em later
Man, life is a b*tch, but I appreciate her

[Outro]
Let it breathe, Tune
Just let it breathe, Tune, yeah
Young, Young Mula, baby
Young Mula, baby
Young, Young Mula, baby
Just let it breathe, Tune
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