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World's Finest Answer to your majesty or highness Niggas said I lost they respect? Well go and find it Bussin down the Phillipe Patek, this shit is blinding Think before you step into my climate I'm the world's finest Answer to your majesty or highness Niggas said I lost they respect? Well go and find it Bussin down the Phillipe Patek, this shit is blinding Think before you step into my climate I'm the world's Look, y'all had to know I'm a threat I ain't going easy on 'em man I'm gunning for techs Had to turn the TV on and look at Pizzy upset Cuz all my opposition thought they make me forget But listen I am still that nigga this is just a different version Tryna get to know me so I put her through immersion Playing humble honey man that shit is a diversion Pizzy reaching hearts and you said he ain't a surgeon man Understand my demands Came to fuck up some plans Busy filling them stands Call it summer of Sam I made him hurl I'm a God to your girl 'Cause your chick is your world And she sitting in the palm of my hand All your niggas is fans You don't know what my brand do The stark style of difference Leave you broker than bran Sauga boi you ain't know what my land do The wind from the winter'll send u back to your mans Doot doot I been bigging myself up Ros Man my life is movie with an impeccable gross Had them sliding like Toosie with my impeccable flows Man you niggas don't move me, but I can step on your toes Had to toss him a toonie so he could pay for the road Had the whole city boomin' when I was playing the shows Boy I'm too busy proving why I be breaking ya bones So I be chilling and cruising while y'all be doin the most World's Finest Answer to your majesty or highness Niggas said I lost they respect? Well go and find it Bussin down the Phillipe Patek, this shit is blinding Think before you step into my climate I'm the world's finest Answer to your majesty or highness Niggas said I lost they respect? Well go and find it Bussin down the Phillipe Patek, this shit is blinding Think before you step into my climate I'm the world's Said Ros been the greatest since preschool That's why she lemme eat it when I need to Put me on a cypher, that's just free food Ay, Shout out to my niggas in the 3-2 Multiply the bands how we all up in the six Grab her hair bands, when I hit it when I hit How that nigga so dope and he did it without bricks Push it to a T, straight jeans with the fit Good Lord Yo Pizzy, they gotta feel me, the city's influence in me It's realer than 8 50s In laymans, four hundred, why a G might pree? Soul hunting, niggas gunning for me, yeah Found love then lost love, then found lust And I hurt a good girl, my problem My homie told me she a rocket, I should pocket that Prolly shoulda listened, now she slipping ain't no coming back I been the prize so it's fine by me Shordy staring in my mirror, she look fine by me She look better when I'm with her, certain shine bout me Needed loving for the winter but I'll be fine by sea It go hip, it go hop It go hip, it go hop Pizzy and Ros do the most don't stop Pizzy and Ros do the most don't stop Good lord
Writer(s): Jonathan Ashun Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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