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teacher's pet - mello buckzz lyrics

[intro]
[?] is[?], n*gga?
turn me up jay
huh?
hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

[chorus]
this b*tch let off thirty and ain’t gon’ jam, tss, i love this vec’
my head in the streets, ion love no n*gga, ‘less his name was chris
drenched, get in that bath but it ain’t us, it’s y’all that’s gettin’ wet
they keep tellin’ me, “rap with a lil’ mo’ class”, i ain’t no teacher’s pet
b*tch don’t think sh*t sweet ’cause i bust rhymes, i ain’t yo’ regular artist
i ain’t even gon’ say belt, these jumper cables, you know i get sh*t started
thick ass b*tch, he saw me and got on brick, somehow i’m still a artist
fake ass lean you sippin’, you poured up six and my cup still the darkest, n*gga

[verse]
n*ggas ain’t clappin’ nun’
opps tried to come to my block and missеd everything, like d*mn, can you hit somеthin’? (d*mn, can you hit somethin’?)
ion do no singing but n*ggas get walked and sh*t, that’s every summer (sh*t that’s every summer)
my sh*t ain’t on tight, ’cause me and this glock together like dumb and dumber (like dumb and dumber)
we like dumb and dumber, swing one door and watch how n*ggas run in (fume)
you’n even grab yo’ pipe when sh*t go down, somebody call a plumber (sh*tty ass)
hood baby, i’m wearin’ amiri and [?], and my sh*t full of hunnids
i can’t miss, i get in that paint and i ball like i play for the thunder (i get in that paint)
get straight to the beat, don’t twitter beef, that’s them shenanigans
i can get you ice, but this ain’t cream, you gettin’ banana split (i can get you ice)
i can put some bread up on yo’ meat like i make sandwiches (put that bread up on yo’ head)
send that pape’ and you gon’ see a show, the trenches management
me and gang ain’t seeing eye to eye, but that’s still my big brother (i love my bro)
i can’t even blame him, all he know is glocks and burnin’ rubber (i can’t blame him)
screaming drench, i wish it’ll rain, i feel like david ruffin (drench, drench, drench, drench)
n*ggas keep on droppin’ and that sh*t sad, you gotta stand for somethin’ (why y’all keep on droppin’?)
ion even listen to rappers that’s too rich no more, i can’t relate
all that hollywood sh*t ain’t even me, look i’m still on the eight (b*tch, on my hood)
this sh*t stack or starve, but i been stacking, and (b*tch i’m still stacking) i’m still clearin’ the plate
i’m too turnt right now, ion want you, baby yo’ ass too f*cking late (too late)
huh, yo’ ass to f*cking late (time’s up)
huh, b*tch i been doing great (doing great)
yo’ ass too f*cking late (time’s up), yo’ ass too f*cking late (yuh), b*tch i been, b*tch doing great (uh*huh)
[chorus]
this b*tch let off thirty and ain’t gon’ jam, tss, i love this vec’ (walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk)
my head in the streets, ion love no n*gga, ‘less his name was chris
drenched, get in that bath but it ain’t us, it’s y’all that’s gettin’ wet (yeah, walkin’ on this bit’ like)
they keep tellin’ me, “rap with a lil’ mo’ class”, i ain’t no teacher’s pet (walk, walk, walk, walk)
b*tch don’t think sh*t sweet ’cause i bust rhymes, i ain’t yo’ regular artist
i ain’t even gon’ say belt, these jumper cables, you know i get sh*t started
thick ass b*tch, he saw me and got on brick, somehow i’m still a artist
fake ass lean you sippin’, you poured up six and my cup still the darkest, n*gga

[outro]
walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, walk
yeah, walkin’ on this bit’ like, walk, walk, walk, walk, ugh

- mello buckzz lyrics

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