LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeHumble.
Wicked or weaknessYou gotta see thisWaaaaayYeah, yeahAyyI remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowancesFinesse a nigga with some counterfeits but now I'm countin' thisParmesan where my accountant lives, in fact, I'm downin' thisD'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analystsGirl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystubOoh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?I get way too petty once you let me do the extrasPull up on your block, then break it down, we playin' TetrisA.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funkPiss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funkIf I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funkIf I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funkMy left stroke just went viralRight stroke put lil' baby in a spiralSoprano C, we like to keep it on a high noteIt's levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble(Hol' up, bitch) sit down (hol' up lil', hol' up) be humble[Refrão](Bitch, hol' up, bitch) sit down (sit down lil', sit down) be humble(Bitch, hol' up) bitch, sit down (lil' bitch) be humble(Bitch, hol' up, bitch) sit down (hol' up', hol' up, hol' up') be humble(Hol' up, hol' up) sit down (hol' up lil', hol' up) be humble(Bitch, hol' up, bitch) sit down (sit down lil', sit down) be humble[Próxima Parte](Bitch, hol' up) bitch, sit down (lil' bitch) be humble(Bitch, hol' up, bitch) sit down (hol' up', hol' up, hol' up', hol' up')Who dat nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man (Man-Man)Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't rightI make a play fuckin' up your whole lifeI'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the PhotoshopShow me somethin' natural like afro on Richard PryorShow me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marksStill it take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socksAyy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze meAyy, I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged meAyy, I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin'Ayy, I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate itAyy, this that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED TalkAyy, watch my soul speak, you let the meds talkAyy, if I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcoholAyy, I'm the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble(Hol' up, bitch) sit down (hol' up lil', hol' up) be humble[Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte](Bitch, hol' up) bitch, sit down (lil' bitch) be humble(Bitch, hol' up, bitch) sit down (hol' up', hol' up, hol' up', hol' up')
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