bLAck pARty and Saba - Kemet

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

Shawty came and screwed me in a Beamer (a Beamer)
Swang down on me, I'ma roll the leaf up (a leaf up)
My next whip gon' probably be a spaceship (a spaceship)
So we can fly to Egypt
So much gold, they think we from Kemet
When I come, I gotta come correct
And I just got a check (I just got a check, huh)
So don't you dare be talkin' out your neck 'bout me (don't you dare be talkin')

Thuggin' 'til the day they put my jersey in the rafters
Ballin' 'til the day they put my body in a pinebox, though
We ain't know how it go, we had to find out (we had to find out)
From the bottom of the barrel, but we climbed out, though
See, I'm about to show 'em all what I'm about (what I'm about)
They heard I had that water in a trap (in a trap)
We was makin' noise in the house (noise in the house)
And we got a little more by the ounce (come on)

Shawty came and screwed me in a Rover (a Rover)
She was lookin' like a piece out The MoMA (The MoMA)
My next whip gon' probably be a spaceship
So I can go to Minnetonka
All this shit on like DMX
Everywhere I go, I look my best (I look my best, huh)
And I just got a check (I just got a check, huh)
So don't you dare be talkin' out your neck 'bout me

Yeah, look
Shorty used to meet me at the bus stop
That or in her friend car, flirty with the banter
She just pulled a rabbit out the hat like Secret Santa
She pulled up in a Nissan Altima, belongin' to home of the
I just hopped in, I ain't even care to ask where we goin'
Off to see the world, with her in sight tonight, it's very long
Shorty, come and meet me on the plane, curvingly (ayy)
The fit is insane, Burgundy (ayy)
She bendin' that thing, I heard it kick
And she

Shorty came and screwed me in a Beamer (a Beamer)
Swang down on me, I'ma roll the leaf up (a leaf up)
My next whip gon' probably be a spaceship (a spaceship, why?)
So we can fly to Egypt
So much gold, they think we from Kemet
When I come, I gotta come correct (correct)
And I just got a check (I just got a check, huh)
So don't you dare be talkin' out your neck 'bout me (don't you dare be talkin' out your beck)
Shorty came and screwed me in a Rover (a Rover)
She was lookin' like a piece out The MoMA (The MoMA)
My next whip gon' probably be a spaceship (a spaceship)
So I can go to Minnetonka
All this shit on like DMX
Everywhere I go, I look my best (I look my best, huh)
And I just got a check (I just got a check, huh)
So don't you dare be talkin' out your neck 'bout me (shh)

Written by:
Malik Flint, Rumeal Eggleston, Tahj Chandler

Publisher:
Lyrics © Missing Link Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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