Songtext You! (dj whoo kid joint) Rapsody

You! (dj whoo kid joint)

Whoooookiiiiiiiid
Ah man
They ain't got what you got
This is strictly for the originals
It's all go time over here
Let's go

Every little step I take, little bit more hate
I'on give a fuck, nigga, let the tire rotate
Last night I pray more blessings on way
You 'on know my momma, you 'on know my daddy
You 'on know my blood, you 'on know DNA, how I got it out da mud
Now I'm in the Ritz, might take yo' man, might turn yo' bitch
I ain't really gay, less I'm in—, shhh
Mind ya bidness, bish squeeze a lemon, you should clean palette
You should eat some salad 'cause you all full shit
Pull up on 'em in crazy fit, that's me

Steppin' out rockin fear of God
Fear me 'cause I brought you in this world
And I can take you out, dahhhh
Momma told me the womb power, like a watchtower tell 'em I know
Truth, source codes, but don't tell 'em everything I know
Pyro-technics, I be popping shit, ain't no actin like you don't know
Out the window screaming WEO to the top of my lungs, that's the payroll, get money
Or stay broke, or be a joke, or be a lame, or take note
I give you game, it evoke mental change
Deeper thinking like them chains 'round yo' throat
You should shine, motherfucker, shine, let yo' soul glow

You, you, you and you
You, you, you and you
Bitch, I dress better than
You, you, you and you
You, you, you and you
Bitch, I dress better than

Y'all too pussy like fuckin' twins
Take the ego off and the mask too
Final call for them big egos, oversized pride and them fake dudes
BBLs that ain't shaped well and that nose job that ain't regular
Lookin' at the game, what the fuck ? Chop the nose off the sphinx just like us
Still bleaching? I hope you're not, white tees only thing we whitewash
Like a Black & Mild, I'ma hype you up, like Aretha said, you a natural
Resurrect the pride like Lazarus
I ain't Tupac, yeah, I'm mad at cha
What you mean you forgot how bad you was?
What you mean you forgot how bad you was?
Jack you up, I'm a cold sista
Put the bank on it, put the loaves in it
Got glow in it, soul came with it, got the A1s, no fold in 'em
Walk on the heels of a healed figured
Lauryn Hill, nigga, like a Hilfiger
Got a full jacket, clip full of a knowledge
That shot, shot, shot, real sistah
You buy fish, I'm a real fisher, can't teach style, I was born with it
The storm did it, I reign with it, you and me, we are not the same with it
Huh, Ikiagi, yeah, really, I walk the walk just like Jilly Scott
Long way, I'm over y'all like Andre 3000, I'm better

You, you, you and you
You, you, you and you
Bitch, I dress better than
You, you, you and you
You, you, you and you
Bitch, I dress better than