Lyrics

Yeah yeah
I'M THAT ****!!
Bitches can't stand in, **** wanna jam in, and they wanna ban him
I'M THAT ****!!
That come through clammin', nine in my hand an', and its not jammin'
I'M THAT ****!!
Hold on down the lot an', do it for them block an' and u can't stop him
I'M THAT ****!!
No more talkin', the guns are sparkin', catch em in the coffin
Your mama wanted you to be
Money, Clothes, O's nuttin' new to me
I'm that **** that the bitches always talking about
Same bitch in the morning, pop dead in the mouth
I'm the same cat that pop up in well hotel career-a
Birth from Australi-a, Mansion in ammer-a(?)
Meeno bust in my face and make my skit clearer
Meeno whats up with Mase? act like i can't hear ya
Stop asking questions call chinese Sarah
One with all the tattoos like fucking rap dudes
Then call Nickie Dean, one who like a dick clean
Telling me to drop a hot 16
With the condoms, the hydro with Spanish Irene
At the double tree-sweats room 6-19
Its me, Grease, E-Snapps & Full Figga
Rippin' rock-house cause
I'M THAT ****!!
Bitches can't stand in, **** wanna jam in, and they wanna ban him
I'M THAT ****!!
That come through clammin', nine in my hand an', and its not jammin'
I'M THAT ****!!
Hold on down the lot an', do it for them block an' and u can't stop him
I'M THAT ****!!
No more talkin', the guns are sparkin', catch em in the coffin
Come through with the fuse on the block
New S-Class drop with the coochie top
That **** with bricks on parole that due to dot
That **** got a album that yo dudes due to cop
**** that the block love, the cops hate
I'm the **** that cop birds, get eights
Who's the last **** u heard spit this great
No other than myself and uhh late great notorious
With the thugs **** get no love
Act up, First slapped up and wrapped up
I'm a **** that blacked up, caddilaced up
The black semi-automatic, the mac **** up
I'm living it up, bitches giving it up
Main reason why **** not giving a fuck
I'm the **** of the **** that sitting next to the ****
What the fuck u figga?
For 4 days straight the same gear
Fifth day, fifty K on Cartier wrist-wear
Sixth day, fuck it, I need more than the glow
World was made in 7 days yo **** movin' too slow
That's why I'm speed-ballin', haters say its callin'
They pray & pray for my downfalling
I’m that ****, Grease, stop the beat
I just wanted to say If I was that ****, Grease, drop the beat
I'M THAT ****!!!
Written by: Dame Grease, Meeno
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