"Naturally Me" lyrics
Go mad for the cheese, how you gonna talk about you really at the top?
When it's actually, naturally, factually me, it can't to be we, you see?
I put both hands on her back and believe, full faith in the whine I'll receive
Pray that the girl don't steal man's Celine, but the pay check hit like Khabib
Hm, hah, my Dominicans telling me smile
I couldn't act this ting, but I can't just nut or I'll end up on Jeremy Kyle (Pssh)
MOBO; didn't win nothing cuz the mandem telling me "how?"
And my mumzie's praying that they saying my name, should have done it like Destiny's Child
And I ain't 20 yet, about cash they ain't made plenty yet
The man went bust, but I ain't empty yet, wrote my first verse in about 2010
Ever since then, pattern of a hefty pen, but I don't make checks, nigga come check me then
I don't want her, I want girl's bestie friend, she love text me saying "come get me then", you know I'm on route
Go mad for the cheese, how you gonna talk about you really at the top?
When it's actually, naturally, factually me, it can't to be we, you see?
I put both hands on her back and believe, full faith in the whine I'll receive
Pray that the girl don't steal man's Celine, but the pay check hit like Khabib
I been a G like the DJ at King's Cross, now the King's cross and now I'm pissed off
The bust down ting makes my wrist lock, rap boy seeing Ms off of TikTok
In the booth trying to bag another hit song, my darg wrap it in cling, get that shit gone
I know my name rings bells nigga, ding dong, yeah I got it kicked off, yeah my money been long
Pop up once and say "Yo", ask what I'm doing I told her "same old"
Sub zero jewellery, babe I stay cold, I wake and make the place to make dough
I hate to do favours, claim I made favourites, but when they ask they hate to say no
Face on ten, body like JLo, when a brudda got motion that's how the game go, bitch
Go mad for the cheese, how you gonna talk about you really at the top?
When it's actually, naturally, factually me, it can't to be we, you see?
I put both hands on her back and believe, full faith in the whine I'll receive
Pray that the girl don't steal man's Celine, but the pay check hit like Khabib
When it's actually, naturally, factually me, it can't to be we, you see?
I put both hands on her back and believe, full faith in the whine I'll receive
Pray that the girl don't steal man's Celine, but the pay check hit like Khabib
Hm, hah, my Dominicans telling me smile
I couldn't act this ting, but I can't just nut or I'll end up on Jeremy Kyle (Pssh)
MOBO; didn't win nothing cuz the mandem telling me "how?"
And my mumzie's praying that they saying my name, should have done it like Destiny's Child
And I ain't 20 yet, about cash they ain't made plenty yet
The man went bust, but I ain't empty yet, wrote my first verse in about 2010
Ever since then, pattern of a hefty pen, but I don't make checks, nigga come check me then
I don't want her, I want girl's bestie friend, she love text me saying "come get me then", you know I'm on route
Go mad for the cheese, how you gonna talk about you really at the top?
When it's actually, naturally, factually me, it can't to be we, you see?
I put both hands on her back and believe, full faith in the whine I'll receive
Pray that the girl don't steal man's Celine, but the pay check hit like Khabib
I been a G like the DJ at King's Cross, now the King's cross and now I'm pissed off
The bust down ting makes my wrist lock, rap boy seeing Ms off of TikTok
In the booth trying to bag another hit song, my darg wrap it in cling, get that shit gone
I know my name rings bells nigga, ding dong, yeah I got it kicked off, yeah my money been long
Pop up once and say "Yo", ask what I'm doing I told her "same old"
Sub zero jewellery, babe I stay cold, I wake and make the place to make dough
I hate to do favours, claim I made favourites, but when they ask they hate to say no
Face on ten, body like JLo, when a brudda got motion that's how the game go, bitch
Go mad for the cheese, how you gonna talk about you really at the top?
When it's actually, naturally, factually me, it can't to be we, you see?
I put both hands on her back and believe, full faith in the whine I'll receive
Pray that the girl don't steal man's Celine, but the pay check hit like Khabib
Thanks to Mr.Garmin for adding these lyrics.
