D17

[Produced by Ferdinand Sarnitz] [Verse 1: Left Boy] Look, didn’t have a video Didn’t have a track It’s my birthday I don’t give a *inhale* about that So I made something new ‘Cause I ain’t really got shit to do Turn the camera on, baby I just turned forty-two Minus sixteen Imma make a big scene Something like a movie, yeah Put me on the big screen, ah Flow like water, fresh like ice Yeah I like nice shit So my shit’s all nice We all like Big Willie In the cab with the dice Roll up to the mansion To hang with the guys I rise from the dead Another year’s gone by New girls cause the Old girl’s gone bye-bye I didn’t get a text From my ex all night What the fuck? It’s my birthday? I thought we alright? I joke, I joke I kid, I kid Like eminem doin’ that Tell-a-fan shit I’m sick wit it Check out the way I kick It right in the groin, so quick Got a speed ticket Hit it with a bass-line Shorty’s on tha face time Comin’ on the weekend? You ain’t sleepin’ at mine! Gotta find a hotel, oh swell Now I gotta shell out! Them hip hop heads Telling me I’m a sell out! Shut the fuck up, man I’m a fuckin’ genius! I wrote this in like two fuckin’ Minutes in the evening! My team is the meanest Me and Mira-K, yeah we Kill them every show Then we put ‘em in a grave! Whatcha wanna say, baby Whatcha wanna say? The kid is twenty-six Gettin’ older every day If you put me in the mix Then it’s all a flambé If your girl’s around here Imma hit her with the hay I mean hit the hay with her Cause she hit me up on twitter Saying that she wanna do it All I gotta do it get her Git her, get her, geet her Get her Rock a Left Boy sweater I’m a fan of myself Nobody does it better Make it rain, every day Give a fuck about the weather Yeah I’m feelin’ like a nacho Swimmin’ in the cheddar Sw-sw-swimmin’ in the cheddar If you hate me, write a letter Put that shit up in your mom’s booty Maybe I’ll go check there [Laughter]