Thank God for a beautiful day
Mos Keys
The Homie
2-Hye
Where 'all at?
You know what this is
That West Coast sh*t
And another one, and another one
Ugh, allow me to get it in, get my intro
I’m Mos Keys most love like an nympho
Smoke a lot of bud, but I ain't no thug
See you run around me, but this ain't no rush
And I get a lot of love, don’t say too much
Cause the hater's want to be me like I got the magic touch
Hold up
I need to get back
Don't need no backlash, cut like a running back
Money states facts, money-money get cash
Big bank takes little bank like you got spanked
It ain't nothing but an LA thang
Times changed, but the real Gs' still gangbang. Yeah!
Wanana-bang, Wanana-bang-bang
Let your chains hang while you're bumping WuTang
Let me get the beat raw so I'll roll one
Greezy's on his way and we’re about to get out toke on, biatch!
Roll it up then, cause I’m already here
I'm just a homie making dope as tracks
I ain’t much of a performer pulling stunts and acts
But if you want to see a show I can drop some stacks
And fill the stage up with porn-stars and acrobats, you know
I ain't in it for the limelight, no
I ain't even trying to shine bright, no
I'm just trying to get your mind right, yo
Grab a b*tch and go night-night, hoe
When it comes to them things you can say it’s my second nature
That's why you all get sprung when I start to date you
Young ass hopper, got to learn a little patience
Teach your housewife how to be a royal geisha
One love from Cali all the way to Asia
I rather kill you than tell you that I f*cking hate you
I know these problematic people should never phase you
But I'm allowed to get violent cause I've always paid you
So just kickback and let me do what I am known to do
Don't try to stop me cause I'd rather be on the move
Ask Mike, when I get on the mic
I get deep like she wants to know her limits tonight
Call it the lyrics of life, the wise words of a homie
Cause you can't compare this caviar to trap house baloney
You flamboyant, twirling, ratchet, trap bast*rd
Tell them Mike
I'm just a homie making dope as tracks
I ain't much of a performer pulling stunts and acts
But if you want to see a show I can drop some stacks
And fill the stage up with porn-stars and acrobats, you know
I ain't in it for the limelight, no
I ain't even trying to shine bright, no
I'm just trying to get your mind right, yo
Grab a b*tch and go night-night, hoe
Dope ass tracks
Get your mind right
Get your mind right, mind right
Get your mind right
Get your mind right
Dope ass tracks
The homie