Shy Glizzy – Profanity lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
La música de Harry Fraud

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don't need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with 'em
I'ma keep stuntin' on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R. I. C. O., say it's too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 1]
Thought that I was weak 'til she looked in my eyes
Somebody said it's pride, with these niggas, gotta lie
I'm way out in Hawaii just with a vibe
Got a thick girl choppin' weed, yeah, just like a tide
I knew that you was fake, though, you shouldn't have played, though
It always be your day one, one day, betray you
Tell 'em I take cash only, bitch, I got caseloads
My bitch, she get nasty for me, I gotta nail ho
Plain jane cost a bag, but I don't like to brag
I only bought the Skydweller to make a nigga mad
Damn, they turned the back on me, made that choice too fast
I'm ballin' like an athlete, now they lookin' sad

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don't need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with 'em
I'ma keep stuntin' on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R. I. C. O., say it's too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 2]
Shawty, she a diva, told me her secrets
They used to call me Quisey when I was leakin'
I tapped a lil' chica, she Puerto Rican
Saks Fifth and Neimans, yeah, that my weakness
Put up five mil' for my son
I'm tryna put up five mil' for my mom
Big house on the hill what I want
So when 12 come I can drop the F-bomb
And tell your ex come, she can bring her best friend
If I loan you money, gotta pay me extra
When my niggas ride, they don't even dress up
We don't even let you slide in the fuckin' Tesla, oh

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don't need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with 'em
I'ma keep stuntin' on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R. I. C. O., say it's too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions