Get What I Ask

Studin my life like the Sims, Young and blessed last name is Mims

 

Justin Timberlake, my homie my side, call him Tim, Little piggie, little biggie, feeling off my chiney chin,

 

chin, hangin on my dick hoes u may need a napkin, showed my real feelin for u no hacking

 

Chewing on that bubble gum, joker no yellow, celebrity laughing

 

They're lacking, look at her nose, lookin plastic, dancing on stage shit fell off, tragic

 

How u gonna get in front of the T.V screen and Monday night, then talk about lets make magic

 

Wanna make magic, make u hope of this dick like a rabbit, it burns like the road to a Aston

 

Hold on we going home, so no crashing , obsessive parenting this people tracking

 

I heard bout them goons, funna catch y'all fools in traffic, no phone, no service

 

Car broke, so i guess y'all fools is mapping, i know u get nervous round me but stop the gassin

 

Velma,for you niggas, ain't seen talent, where your glasses, i got styles like anna's linens, call it fabric

 

Don't act hard if you ain't seen no actions, can't talk bout pussy like u ride it like a maverick

 

Can't act like u ball, if u don't know the mavericks, can't say u know cars if u can't name a classic

 

Can't talk about Madonna, if you don't know yo fashion,

 

So even when im not going hard i still put in a little passion

 

Fuck it im done, got what i was askin.