A lesson in ring psychology lyrics

by

​d0llywood1


[Hook]
Ay, t-t-two white n*ggas, Nick Colletti, getter
I'm collecting hella cheddar, getting bands together (This is cru, and you listening to d0llywood1)
I get bands in any weather, I'm a BH stepper
You can't choose if you're a beggar, so I didn't stress her
If she leave then I won't beg her, not in any measure
Me and Cru the transgressors, Arn and Tully Blanchard
Yes, I called that girl a b*tch, I don't have any manners
"Kara, where the f*ck you go?", I leave questions unanswеred

[Interlude]
(This is Ayla and you're f*ckin' with d0llywood1)
Dusty Rhodes, I wanna hit you rеal hard right now, 'cause the [bounces?] are coming up
And you coming on, coming out here [?] [women?] on your head, you can't [?] 'bout being a dealer. Well I'll prove tradition, Dusty Rhodes; in order to be a dealer, you gotta hold the cards
And as you see, here are the cards, along with Tully Blanchard, and the Midnight Express
So you wanna be the dealer, Rhodes? Forget about being tough on the local level. Come get the big dogs

[Verse 1]
Cracking melons, I know some n*ggas that know some felons
Textin' b*tches n' blockin' em is my one profession
I'm tryna f*ck, I think that'll fix up my whole depression
I f*cked that b*tch n' recorded it, I feel like I'm Stephen
Will she take it or leave it, b*tch, only time is tellin'
I don't really care if she don't respond to my message
She tryna f*ck me cause she f*ck with my wrestling reference
Don't wanna hear him out, dat glick get that brand-new suppressor
I go to sleep up off of this pressure, this b*tch give me pleasure
She wanna f*ck me, I'mma let her, I had to undress her
N' I would never send a text, let alone send a letter
I had to flex on my professor, swear I'm getting better
[Chorus]
Ay, two white n*ggas, Nick Colletti, getter
I'm collecting hella cheddar, getting bands together
I get bands in any weather, I'm a BH stepper
You can't choose if you're a beggar, so I didn't stress her
If she leave then I won't beg her, not in any measure
Me and Cru the transgressors, Arn and Tully Blanchard
Yes, I called that girl a b*tch, I don't have any manners
"Kara, where the f*ck you go?", I leave questions unanswered

[Verse 2]
This n*ggas swag is manufactured, I'm the gold standard
I won't take no disrespect, I won't take no slander
She tryna f*ck me n' the gang, I had to take a gander
I'm in wonderland with gang cause I'm a wonderlander
Ay, this n*gga came from me, I gave his ass a Pampers
I would never try to hamper, I'm a happy camper
I'm Ric Flair these b*tches clamor, b*tch I'm reppin' Glamour
Play with me he get the hammer or get Dan Lambert
He got a problem, NOVA hitters send his ass a hazard
Blush n' Kasper splatter, put him on a f*ckin' platter
N' this sh*t don't even matter cause my pockets fatter
Me and Saturn we like White Rabbit and Mad Hatter

[Outro]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
What you don't like about me is that I'm rich
I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth
You know where you were born?
In the gutter
You're trash
You grew up liftin' weights
While I was windin', and grindin', whew, beautiful women
And let me tell you somethin', buddy
Listen real close: you are Chicago gutter trash
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