Sensei Lyrics

Ayy, ayy, ayy, X, you mothaf*ckin' slap

I'm the master, I'm the boss, I'm the sensei
And you was kissin' on that bitch, how my dick taste?
I threw some fifties on the buffs, now I'm in shape
And I done got my muscle up, boy I don't lift weights
You lil' niggas just some monkeys, bitch, we been apes
Took me a shot of that Patron, and hit the thizz face
And nigga, y'all can keep the streets, I love to get paid
And I don't f*ck with Android, I need the Ben Franks
Nigga, you will end up missed, off a mistake
And we the only reason broke niggas skip states
Choppa turn a big homie to a big shame
If she told you that she loyal, then that bitch fake
5'10", but stand tall like I'm 6'8"
Turn her to a super freak, like I'm Rick James
And baby lethal with the head like she got six brains
Big body hoggin' all the freeway, I'm in six lanes (Bitch)

Mind on a million, yeah, I gotta stay focused
Hand on the trigger, see a sucker, I'ma blow it
All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can't fold 'em
Hard body, all that sucker shit, I don't condone it
Moncler on, winter time, when it's snowin'
We ain't cuffin' hoes, get the neck and let my bro hit
Got her p*ssy wet off these words, I'm a poet But if she got hair on that p*ssy, I don't want it
Young crest nigga, out the mud, I was chosen
Up strap and shoot him with this cannon, like he posin'
Only thing I hit is bad bitches, my dick golden
Used to be my nigga, turned into a king cobra
Gas, break, dipped in that big body yolkin'
Bitch so thick, from the front, ass pokin'
Hit it from the back, leave her f*ckin' back broken
All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can't fold 'em
Nigga

And you can get your ass shot tryna act hard
I just took the dub in the backyard
Never leave the stick, nigga, that part
And I know that you a bitch nigga at heart
Had the boys on my ass, had to tuck the pole
Sent brody on that skit, told 'em up a soul
Don't put your love in that bitch, they come and go
Sent some shots at that nigga, he tucked and rolled
High as f*ck behind the wheel with no control
Put that Corvette in track, I'm switchin' modes
Couldn't keep balance, I spilt the 'Tron
And I don't smoke woods, just joints and cones
Nigga, free Noonie Mitch, I miss my thug
On one-nine with shit, got keep a drum
All my niggas uppin' sticks, we don't go ones
SOB, RBE, it's the gang or none

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