Celibate lyrics

by

Murda Beatz



Bra grew up eating chicken pot pies
Then went and killed a n*gga
n*ggas play tough off watching Sci-fi
Which way you think is realer
Asking questions cause I don't know now
This street sh*t got tender
n*gga better watch what come out his mouth
Or go to Aspen Dental

Cleveland a city where sh*t get real
Man it ain't even get real yet
If he play foul
Hit a n*gga with a tech
n*gga wanna link up
Tell him I'm celibate
Everybody know I'm the biggest
I be cooking fish
Everybody want to be the littest
Evеry n*gga wanna be Mitch
And they all dead thеy should be in the book of Guinness
n*gga that played him ain't tripping
Home with his kids man these n*ggas so finished
They ain't even trying to get no money
I'm a trapaholic man I mind my motherf*cking business
Came up off two dogs
One was a shepherd one was black
And you couldn't even pet it
Remember days I was selling
sh*t got big I ain't even know I needed stamps to mail it
Came in class on time I'd get a call
Then my teacher ask where I was headed
Knew I was never gone fall help my mama
Had enough money to go buy a pendant
n*ggas see me in the mall fresh as f*ck
f*cking your b*tch I do some damage
Stacking this money so tall look like a brick
Put it on my head and I make a sandwiches
Had to wash my hands and I had that urge
I waited my turn yea I had some manners
n*gga thought sh*t was sweet cause I had a backpack on
Look in that b*tch you'll see a hammer
n*gga slept on me got my money in peace
I ain't never ever worry about getting jammed up
Tell that b*tch I'm celibate aye don't hit my phone
Or my n*ggas gone come masked up
Yeah yeah made a couple bands off scams yea
Me and my n*ggas on the phone
We gone laugh yeah
Me and my n*ggas get money
I ain't never post it on Instagram
Made 50k in 2023
Yeah I'ma take a risk on half
Man n*ggas be so sawdy
I wish I could cut they intake in half
I knew this n*gga wasn't playing
When he put him on the Cleveland remembrance tag
I knew he shot 50 and it hit 48
Cause I'm a lil' pro in math
I'm with the homie eating brunch sipping tea
Yea all this n*gga do is laugh
Recognize his face on a RIP t
Yeah all I could say was damn
Strap like the army never been overseas
Ready to take you down for a splash
Hella hoes on me got him wet like a sink
I'll pass if you pay for ass
Keep rolls like I'm smoking that grass
All this money I keep in the stash
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