Danny Brown and MIKE - Celibate

If I knew you, I would send you to the store
Pulled up in a Porsche, playing Kenny Lattimore
It's The Matador of Metaphors, you're wrong like the letter four
For tryna sell that stepped on Macklemore (Macklemore)
Jesus Shuttlesworth of Butterworth
Used to call me Mr. Get What Your Money Worth (your money worth)
She suck it in like potbelly
Ain't really got a ass, but she top-heavy (top-heavy)
In a Chevy looking like somebody told me something
Talking to your big homies like they owe me something
I ain't got time bitch, I'm Rollie hunting (time bitch)
Had the big head, spinning small face hunnids (hunnids)
Hoes treat me like wormholes
Mouth like I pre-ordered it, I download (I download)
Clown knows that brown nose
If you ain't getting money, what the fuck is you around for?

I used to sell a bit (sell a bit)
But I don't fuck around no more, I'm celibate
Had me trapped in that cell a bit
Locked up with some pimps, told me, "Sell a bitch"
I used to sell a bit (sell a bit)
But I don't fuck around no more, I'm celibate
Had me trapped in that cell a bit
Locked up with some pimps, told me, "Sell a bitch" (oh)

Neglected with them sentences
Fighting for better bars like reforms in prison
Keep on the mission, higher than tuition
Intuition tellin' me you're fuckin' with me, you're wishin'
Out of place like carpet in the kitchen
I'm in something, ain't got no ignition
Get attention like two hoes kissin'
Wit' their lips poked out like, "Whatcha talkin' bout Willis?" (Uh)
No ill feelings, eight ball look like Krillin
Feelin' down for the killing if you play me for my shillings
It's a trillion different ways, I can shorten your days
Fly shit you never found like airports in the maze
Long way up but a short trip down
I'ma let you get your turn, but not right now
It's a long way up and a short trip down
I'ma let you get your turn, but not right now

I used to sell a bit (sell a bit)
But I don't fuck around no more, I'm celibate
Had me trapped in that cell a bit
Locked up with some pimps, told me, "Sell a bitch"
I used to sell a bit (sell a bit)
But I don't fuck around no more, I'm celibate
Had me trapped in that cell a bit
Locked up with some pimps, told me, "Sell a bitch" (oh)

Uh, you used the stellar shit
It's a difference from the truth and how they telling it
There's some zygote for high, but I could sell a bit
If you spook, and neither God know where the cell is
Sometimes you settle with the price to build the etiquette
I got a better grip on life, our peoples delicate
I went through deserts, winter ice to find the messages
I had to pull a blessing out the sky at my emptiest
Why all his blessings in disguise keep finessing him?
I hope the lesson stick
I'm giving pressure to them guys, niggas gelatin
I keep the premises alive
And believe the sentences I scribe, niggas fetish it
We gon' need to check these niggas lines, niggas sentiments
When we talking Benji's and the vibe, feeling separate
I got something heavy on my mind, where the dreadies sit
How them niggas left me out for dry, feeling envious
'Cause I draw affection through the slime, now my belly big
Lost a couple bredrins to the grind, I could never quit
I just be adventurous with mines, need the pennies quick
Niggas still invested in the bribe and the friendliness
Only one to question me was God and the Federate
I be saying less like I forgot, fuck your regiment
I won't take a rest, so niggas pop, there's no resemblance
'Cause niggas play pretend for different sides

I used to sell a bit
But I don't fuck around no more, I'm celibate
Had me trapped in that cell a bit
Locked up with some pimps, told me, "Sell a bitch"

Written by:
Daniel Sewell, Michael Jordan Bonema

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