MN$tA - What They Want

It's what they
It's what they
It's what they want
It's what they
It's what they
It's what they want
It's what they
It's what they
It's what they want
It's what they
It's what they
It's what they want

Going in
Im talking no breaks
In the Stu
They call me one take
Killing niggas starting to get boring
I swear I'm sleep
At your wake
Moms get to see her son rise
Aint it funny how dey break
Out running
Like Usain
If you sane
For your sake
You say your girl
A true soldier
I really know
She about face
I'm a turn you to a home body
The way I tell you
Stay in your place
I'm a stay
So indie an a
Different pace
Sir Monsta
What you need to call me
No courtroom
But you can catch a case
Fuck around
Let Nina eat you
Then ask
How the pussy taste
You a shame
And diss grace
You ain't hip to it
Cause you bad bitch
So I dump on you
What a waste
Your style trash
Or bit
I'm on a different planet
Outer space
Now watch me run it up
This a winning race
They like oh behave
Get ten to the face
Macaulay Culkin
With the after shave
Putting 16
In a 45
That's statutory
It's underage
You ain't dope boy
I'm sick with it
Throw your rocks up
Like Diamond Paige
Who can rock with me
If you feeling bolder
I'll put a hole through you
Then watch
Your whole body cave

Aye
Aye
This what they want from me
Aye
Aye
This what they want from me
Drop the beat
And I go
You under rating me bro
You gone reap what you sow
Better act like you know
Aye
Aye
This what they want from me
Aye
Aye
This what they want from me
Drop the beat
And I go
You under rating me bro
You gone reap what you sow
Better act like you know

Nigga it's evident
Eating you with cutlery
Showing my edicate
You can not trump
Flexing my precedence
I'm a star with stripes
Ain't that confederate
Leaving you six feet
Good with my measurements
Not looking good
But taking an L against
Me
Aim at your scalp
Hit your whole grain
Knocking out mini wheats
It's going down
Just like a Nitty beat
Carry a arsenal
Even
Dragging the desert
That is all types of heat
I got them all
Looking fucked up
When they hear lines
Just like a widows peak
I am the plug
To the sound
Just like auxiliary
Speaking accordingly
Shots leave you
Eight on the side
Till infinity
Simply
Stating my bars
Can carry a tune
Just like a melody
Specially
On they heels
Nothing like Beverly
Talking to sway
Leave that to heather B
Got them all thinking
That there will never be
No one that's greater
Come try me
You bold
Repetitive new shit
Is starting to get old
Trying get followers
Losing your soul
Can't cover the truth
With diamonds and gold
This is high value
The sense I have sold
Do damage on wax
I'm breaking the mould
I might need some meds
What's in my head cold
Life can be short
I'm standing like Bol
Fruits of my labor
I'm eating like Dole
Refreshing with songs
They gotta reload
Do the unthinkable
How could you think of bull
Bitch I'm a Genius
Act like you know

Aye
Aye
This what they want from me
Aye
Aye
This what they want from me
Drop the beat
And I go
You under rating me bro
You gone reap what you sow
Better act like you know
Aye
Aye
This what they want from me
Aye
Aye
This what they want from me
Drop the beat
And I go
You under rating me bro
You gone reap what you sow
Better act like you know

Written by:
Duran Haywood

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