Anthony 1999 - Taste of His Medicine

Walk in that bitch steppin'
Glock got a button? I press it
Can't wait to give him a taste of his medicine
Just want the top bitch, ain't with the lecturing
Might kick her out, bitch tryna get settling
I ain't in the house, I was outside pedaling
So many bitches in the crib, I would let em' in
You would think a nigga was jock, had a letterman
Had found me some work and start pedaling
Upgrade, got a new bitch, heaven sent
Hating on me? Oh well, niggas clockin' in
And make my own money and I pocket it
And I look at my life, it skyrocketed
And she see that it's me and start poppin' it
Back in highschool I was not popular
But I'm fuckin' bitches, getting oscars
And these niggas lost like they foster
And they really looking for a father
And now he really need a doctor, dropped him, pop him, nigga got a choppa
Jumping off the porch hoppin', poppin', nigga ain't have no option
Used to really want the Robins, copped em', hella coochie on the Prada
Walk in that bitch steppin'
Glock got a button? I press it
Can't wait to give him a taste of his medicine
Just want the top bitch, ain't with the lecturing
Might kick her out, bitch tryna get settling
I ain't in the house, I was outside pedaling
So many bitches in the crib, I would let em' in
You would think a nigga was jock, had a letterman

Written by:
Anthony Mills

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