My Team

Album: Blue Slide Park (2011)
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  • (Maybe I should get a little more high)

    Come and talk shit, who the boss bitch?
    Moon the crowd now, Randy Moss shit
    Sharks swimmin' in the water you'll get tossed in
    And fuck a first class, I'm in the cockpit
    It's obnoxious, it's bumpin' out my car
    Bass'll shake your dinin' room table from afar
    Down the street, they can hear me pretty clearly
    Makin' in a night what your daddy pull in yearly
    See a little style, I got mine's patent
    Always rock smile, never a distraction
    Brand new Mercedes, cameras when I back in
    Fuck with single ladies, yea I did a little actin'
    Love me on the weekend but hate me when I'm workin'
    Overly dedicated and overly medicated, for certain
    By her a brand new purse and it's gravy
    I ain't talkin' Slim when I say these bitches Shady

    Chicken sandwiches and turquoise beads
    Tattoo sleeve, pair of Levi's jeans
    Never get no sleep, you know all about me
    Come and meet my team, bitch meet my team, meet my team
    You know all about me, come and meet my team
    Bitch, meet my team, you know all about me
    Come and meet my team

    And if you see me, I'll be with my team
    Got my homie Billy probably in Supreme
    Jimmy or Will be selling shirts to the fans
    While TreeJay, Clock, got you raisin' your hands
    Then you got Q that's my right-hand man
    Shout out Little Dave sittin' shotty in the van
    Everyone I came with travel like a gang bitch
    City after city, everybody speak our language
    We just flex, get bootleg checks
    Got all these people askin' what's next
    Success and a dumb fresh life
    Taking bets, you trying to lose a little money tonight
    I'm on top of the stage but under the lights
    We, invadin' your crib and fuckin' your wife
    So have a ball, no sports, no Spalding
    Poppin' champagne, gon' spray it on her awnin'

    Chicken sandwiches and turquoise beads
    Tattoo sleeve, pair of Levi's jeans
    Never get no sleep, you know all about me
    Come and meet my team, bitch meet my team, meet my team
    You know all about me, come and meet my team
    Bitch, meet my team, you know all about me
    Come and meet my team

    Meet my team, I ain't tryna meet yours
    What happened to that shit you was talkin before?
    Meet my team, I ain't tryna meet yours
    What happened to that shit you was talkin before?
    Meet my team, I ain't tryna meet yours
    What happened to that shit you was talkin before?
    Meet my team, I ain't tryna meet yours
    Goes one, two, three, four Writer/s: Malcolm James McCormick, Michael Volpe
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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