"Master Roshi" lyrics
New Detroit, nigga
(Damn, Fakez, you cookin' up)
You won't ever catch me hurtin' off no bag, you must not know me
All this damned designer fashion and I still don't do no foldin'
She done put that baggage on you
Just to slide and put it on me
I done blew a bag and bought it
Got me fly like Master Roshi
My new pants from across the ocean
This lil' chain like Elsa, frozen
All you do is run your fuckin' mouth
And you still ain't got no motion
All I do is run my fuckin' mouth
And flex, so I'm gon' tote it
All she do is run her mouth and I ain't pressed, that's why I'm lonely
If it ain't rippin' off no road, then I don't want it
I ain't trippin' when she go, that's why she want me
He too picky with that load, he a phony
I'm too picky, I done feel asleep bent over
Bitch, I'm in my city, I got dogshit showin'
If you tryna' bitch me, then we all finna' show him
I know shorty picky 'cause she already goin'
Don't tell me you miss me, 'cause I'm already knowin' (Yup)
I'm that "Guap-Man"
You keep tryna' put that pussy on me, we is not friends
Bag chasin', I do money spreads, I do not dance
You too broke for questionin' my load
Where your knots, bitch?
They just lookin' at me different, I did not switch
I ain't treat her like a missus, so, I'm "not shit"
I ain't actin' like I didn't, 'cause I probably did
Fancy denim got me trippin', got my body stiff
I know niggas goin' fat just like they body big
I know bitches who would trap to get they body did
I ain't ever kiss no ass, I'm my mama kid
On the block, my feelings black as a Somali kid
Bitch, New Detroit, nigga
Broke ass nigga
You won't ever catch me hurtin' off no bag, It ain't worth it
Money don't buy happiness, but, bitch, I'm still splurgin'
You won't ever see me change, but, bitch, I'm still nervous
'Cause once you do it, it ain't no going back
(Damn, Fakezz, you cookin' up)
Yeah, New Detroit, nigga
(Damn, Fakez, you cookin' up)
You won't ever catch me hurtin' off no bag, you must not know me
All this damned designer fashion and I still don't do no foldin'
She done put that baggage on you
Just to slide and put it on me
I done blew a bag and bought it
Got me fly like Master Roshi
My new pants from across the ocean
This lil' chain like Elsa, frozen
All you do is run your fuckin' mouth
And you still ain't got no motion
All I do is run my fuckin' mouth
And flex, so I'm gon' tote it
All she do is run her mouth and I ain't pressed, that's why I'm lonely
If it ain't rippin' off no road, then I don't want it
I ain't trippin' when she go, that's why she want me
He too picky with that load, he a phony
I'm too picky, I done feel asleep bent over
Bitch, I'm in my city, I got dogshit showin'
If you tryna' bitch me, then we all finna' show him
I know shorty picky 'cause she already goin'
Don't tell me you miss me, 'cause I'm already knowin' (Yup)
I'm that "Guap-Man"
You keep tryna' put that pussy on me, we is not friends
Bag chasin', I do money spreads, I do not dance
You too broke for questionin' my load
Where your knots, bitch?
They just lookin' at me different, I did not switch
I ain't treat her like a missus, so, I'm "not shit"
I ain't actin' like I didn't, 'cause I probably did
Fancy denim got me trippin', got my body stiff
I know niggas goin' fat just like they body big
I know bitches who would trap to get they body did
I ain't ever kiss no ass, I'm my mama kid
On the block, my feelings black as a Somali kid
Bitch, New Detroit, nigga
Broke ass nigga
You won't ever catch me hurtin' off no bag, It ain't worth it
Money don't buy happiness, but, bitch, I'm still splurgin'
You won't ever see me change, but, bitch, I'm still nervous
'Cause once you do it, it ain't no going back
(Damn, Fakezz, you cookin' up)
Yeah, New Detroit, nigga
