Lyrics 21 - MaKalani

Wanksta made this beat
Bitch
Lani Worrld nigga
Ay, ay, ay

Talk into my language, bitch I speak fluent
You ain't take a dub in yo life you just keep losing
Tryna ice my whole mouth up like my lip bruising
They ain't hear me clear, put these lyrics up on Apple Music

Calling me a simp, is you fucking stupid?
You ain't on the type of time I'm on, niggas stay fooling
Turned twenty-one, all that hating shit can keep it moving
Everybody snoozing, fuck y'all, I'ma keep proving

If it's on sight then I'ma keep shooting
You ain't cared about my pockets then, now you big snooping
Ever since I started moving smart, my ego boosting
Waking up to get another bag, man let's get into it

Got my own drip, you get yo style from a mannequin
Do I give a fuck? Boy you should know what the answer is
You might catch me wearing white lows when I stand on shit
Never saw a cap and gown, the blues what I major in

I don't give a fuck about yo style, bitch I wear Dickies
Told her bring yo pretty ass here, I don't talk friendly
Got a heavy taste in my cup, I need some more Henny
You can catch a four for a four, I ain't talkin' Wendy's

Staring in a movie, bet this choppa make em' act right
See too many snakes now it's fuckin' up my eyesight
So much heat comin' I den prolly burnt the flash drive
She think she on the team, but I'm using her for halftime

Bitch, what the fuck you think I look like?
Money doing flips, I should probably work at Airtime
Thanking God when it turned to midnight
Heavy hitter, both my fist'll probably knock yo windpipe

Talking witty, I leave you silly like a funny bone
Young nigga, only fix six, but the money long
This for all the niggas in they bag, this yo theme song
Body builder, leaning to the side 'cause the blunt strong

Got this loud pack screaming like a Jaguar
In the mosh pits with mohawks when I rock hard
Try to pull my strings, rock yo ass like a guitar
It's Lani Worrld nigga, I won't stop until I'm on the charts

Pussy