Mitus Touch lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
That new Rihanna sh*t
That new Rihanna sh*t
Look

[Chorus]
That new Rihanna sh*t bump
b*tches in the back don't like me though, why?
I don't know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
I bet you none of them b*tches would fight me though, why?

[Verse 1]
I guess they know that I'll cut a b*tch
Boy, I'm already paid, getting money for the f*ck of it
I'm on some other sh*t
So if you fly, what am I, do that make me the mothership?
Beam me up ho, they wanna see a n*gga down
Take his crown, we be up doe, yeah we be up ho!
Now hit the ground, bow down to the sound
Good God

[Chorus]
That new Rihanna sh*t bump
b*tches in the back don't like me though, why?
I don't know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
I bet you none of them b*tches would fight me though, why?
[Verse 2]
I guess they know that I'll cut a ho
Yeah I cleaned up good but I'm still out the gutter though
Don't forget this sh*t
You gotta problem? Then meet me outside if you with the sh*t
I've seen where the players sit
A couple racks gone just to watch 'Bron hit the layup, sh*t
I be on some n*gga sh*t
But b*tch, I'm way past n*gga rich
Good God

[Chorus]
That new Rihanna sh*t bump
b*tches in the back don't like me though, why?
I don't know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
I bet you none of them b*tches would fight me though, why?

[Hook]
I guess they know
Heard she hating though, feel no ways
I ain't f*ck with that b*tch, no way
Said that sh*t to my face, no way
Bet we shut down the place, no way
b*tches stuntin' on me, no way
They ain't f*cking with me, no way
Price of fame, it ain't cheap, no way
I don't check the receipt, no way
[Verse 3]
Cole World, used to stay off his di*k
I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks
Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples
A n*gga getting cream like an old-ass Laker
But I ain't come to talk about all that paper
That's what they talk about when they ain't got sh*t to say
Can't understand why n*ggas never got sh*t to do
You know they sayin' same sh*t, n*gga, different day
I never felt that, no way
Cuz on the same day a n*gga doing different sh*t
Spit different flows, hit different chicks
Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish n' chips
Why I do a lot of shows, I'm the sh*t that's it
Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists
Never stingy with the hoes, word to Cliff and Chris
If I f*ck six b*tches I got six assists

[Chorus]
That new Rihanna sh*t bump
b*tches in the back don't like me though, why?
I don't know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
I bet you none of them b*tches would fight me though, why?

[Hook]
I guess they know
Heard she hating though, feel no ways
I ain't f*ck with that b*tch, no way
Said that sh*t to my face, no way
Bet we shut down the place, no way
b*tches stuntin' on me, no way
They ain't f*cking with me, no way
Price of fame, it ain't cheap, no way
I don't check the receipt, no way
[Outro]
That new Rihanna sh*t bump (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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That new Rihanna sh*t bump (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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