Lil Monk - Tha Carter

You sound like a bitch, nigga, yeah
Ay, Cells, I really rap better than all these niggas
I might not even do a hook this time, this gon' be quick
Let the beat rock, I'ma just, I'm going in
Watch this
Two cellphones ringing, both of 'em money moves
Two hoes, one sweet, one out this world, honeymoon
Hunnid band play, if you wanna make my fucking day
Horny hoe on my line, I might let her fuck today
I might let her hold my 9 but she can never touch the safe
I got money on my mind, she keep asking what I think, I'm like, bitch, about what
I should switch my style up, just to fuck the crowd up, Celly, switch the sound up
I got this rap shit wrapped, sewed up, bow'd up, gift wrapped, get back, hold up
Hold that, click clack, shit splat, oh fuck
Dispatch, this bitch blew my high with all that screaming
My niggas hit the field and throw it up, like Willie Beamen
I can spit for real, they tell me quit with all that singing
I tell him quit them pills, he tell me quit with all that preaching
I know demons that a hawk you down and snatch you out that Demon
We got reasons that we walk around with bitches on our penis
We got pink slips what we drive around and this the latest season
We got freaks from every side of town singing what we singing
We got geeks tryna collab' but now it's too late, I ain't linking
Too many times they turned me down like I ain't hard or something
Too many times got runarounds, like I'm a mark or something
Too many times I offered clowns to be a part of something
Now my new sound just hit the ground, sound like Tha Carter coming, nigga
I told you
Lil One (Beep)

Written by:
Lil Monk

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