Lyrics HMM, OK! - Zay

Niggas don't know my pain
My gain
My game
But still wanna talk on my name, ok
Still I'm gaining my grain
No shame, yall lame
Ima fuck up yall fame, ok
I do not dance
I don't have hands
If I pull up then I'm stabbing yo ass
The buck is my brand
Billy my stand
You not my mans

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Pretty face with a mind so dark, though
Shorty claim she match my barcode
Pretty witchy bitch making bank, Wells Fargo
Said she wanna fuck in my car, though
Shorty fight and fuck, that's all night
Say I fuckin hate her guts to her face, then I'm in em
Beat it up like All Might
Fill her up with some Vans
That's all white
Sike
I can't never trust these bitches
Got a new girlfriend but she got a boyfriend
So she don't like pictures
Freaky bitch want the whip like Richter
I can barely handle my liquor
Fill a bitch ass nigga with doom
Really out here feeling like Viktor
Shit's strong, need a little more mixer

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They say I look like this and sound like that
Well all them niggas that I look like cannot rap
And all them niggas that I sound like can get clapped
I ain't a clone of nobody, nigga
That shit's cap
I put the buck in my pants
Buck in my pants
And if a nigga disrespectful then the buck in my hands
See I don't really got an issue, mother fuck all your mans
My name is Billy fucking Loomis and I'm doing my dance
Like oh my god
Y'all niggas got me pressed now
Leave the 40 smoking like that nigga fucking stressed out
Turn him into paste
Pussy nigga got the Crest out
Talking big talk
But to my face I'm the best, wow

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