WunFotie lyrics

by

J Dilla


[Verse 1]
Tired of these n*ggas that just really think they hot
I be in the cut, doing things you never thought
Not selling rocks, robbing n*ggas, or bustin' em shots (shots)
Flying out them lines that'll get me to the top
Funny n*ggas think it's funny spittin' with that funny rap
I'm the type of n*gga that give them n*ggas a heart
Georgia's back, n*ggas really be comin' weak
Well I say this, all (all) hail the Laxx P
Straight up out the south east
Ali, duck, weave, n*gga I'm for ya mouthpiece
n*ggas weak as Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, wordplay
And why you liftin' up that skirt bae?
Man I swear these hoes be thirsty as Gobi
Go play in traffic if you disagree with Laxx P
Free Max B, from where the traps be the classy
Writin' daily, and n*ggas know that I'm killin' em
I be on the pad, like a period, serious
n*ggas just ain't hearing' it
They hearing' a beat
And a monotone tone, put your woman to sleep
The black sheep, n*ggas bitin' these lines
Think I don't hear it
Say get on my level, well homie, I'm not near it
I'm in the stratosphere, boy you lookin' up to me
Speak up, young buck, and then have a seat
I rip out yo guts, we 'bout to have a feast
Like the pilgrims did, when they finally found peace
You say you a g, really 5 letters after it
Lame, hyyerglyphics in my slang, and I mastered it
n*gga
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