You’re Welcome lyrics

[Intro: Snow Tha Product]
I mean don’t think I haven’t noticed I made a lot of these b*tches step their game up
Or wake their game up
But I ain’t even salty though, I mean
You're welcome

[Verse 1: Snow Tha Product]
I’m not even gonna f*ckin blame you b*tches no more
I’mma start blaming your CEO
You just wanna move up but they gas you up
Like your track’s too tough then you see me flow
Then all a sudden you know that your bars chiquito
Y'all be thinking I’m too busy not to see these hoes
But I be letting b*tches eat then I bet in a week
I get back killing beats, call your PBO
Send you b*tches to the ward with this
See I've been taking my time
Spending money cuz I never had a dime
Now I afford to live
So I be laying back chillin' Slackin' off my prime
But lately I've been getting bored with this
I wanna go back to rappin' and distort your sh*t
And you whores that spit all this corny sh*t
To the morgue, that they won't
See you 'till you’re born again
Man, they have been Googling me
Cause I've been proven to be
Something you would not of knew if I leave
She’ll be suing your team, watchin' every move that I be
Thinkin' you gon' make a beauty a beast
‘Cause I guess that I was too busy talking
About cookie cutter b*tches
Didn't realize label heads made me
A mold and started cookie cuttin' b*tches!
I tell em all like:,
You seldom
Come hotter than hell come
Come on Tech N9ne, tell them
They want beef then I bring to them well done
They *meep meep* *beep beep* derail them
And I kill them, Snow who you get a whoopin'
And I prayer from? Stay outta my sh*t
That’s a tip dumb b*tch you’re welcome!
[Hook:]
You’re welcome
You’re welcome
You’re welcome

b*tch

[Tech N9ne]
Sin came within my grim brain
The way I flip, it’s a f*ckin' shame
In pain when I spit again mane
Shoulda been slain but the kin name in vain
f*ck a Tecca Nina them sayin'
Without knowin' for sho' that he's insane
Then they stumble upon that we men banging
Ain’t no choppin' with Tech when yo chin hangs n*gga
A bit of marvelous, when Snow mixed with a bit of chocolate
We be giving the people lyric apocalypse
When they bit us, I put em deep in necropolis
Quick (chyeah), real sick then I hop on this chick
Plop in this slit, Tech knockin' this b*tch
Giving her a lot of it, droppin' this di*k, oops!
T.M.I. , got the all-seeing eye, never know
B.M.I. n*gga don’t be a lie, you know she and I
Hit a motherf*ckin' nerve, and gonna disturb
When given the word you deserve to be free and die
Celebrating, I drink hindo
Elevating, I see them fall
Hella wakening, woke I been raw
Have a n*gga touching everything like a pinball
More hell comes, for frail bums
Pour stale c*m on your gal’s tongue
Or tell some sc*m your fell stung
Poor sales, none, sure swelled em, you’re welcome