Dat Beethoven Lyrics

Why are you sleeping?

White bitch goin' dumb

Swallow up the meat

Lil' bitch ain't leave a crumb

Money fall out when I run

Nigga made me mad

Hit em with a honey bun

This shit got me dancin', glancin'

Sword on my hip like I'm lancing

Itty bitty bih, don't know I'm Marilyn Manson

Prancin, got too much space in my mansion

Damn

Like what?

Mr. Fuck up some shit, cause you know I'm gonna

Getting real mad up on this beat, uh

V.I.V., no A.C.E. like

And these niggas can't fuck with me, dial down, take it back

Ain't no dog in ya-, uh

Damn I'm big just like Shaq

And you know I cannot ball on the court

On my back, now you know I'm in my bag

Damn, uh, check my bag, got racks in it

And I fuck on yo bitch, gave her laxatives

Damn, man fuck Uncle Sam

Catch you in the streets and you know I'm gon' blam

Yeah, I'm not gon' lie, bro, I'm just yappin' on the beat

I don't know what's goin' on, bro

This shit funny, hold on, it's comin' back

Hold on, hold on, hold on

Big nigga in this shit, can't test on my rank

Big nigga in this shit, ya I'm smokin' on that dank

Yeah, I'm high in the sky, did that shit with a geeb

You know I do my thing, and you best believe

New car, and that shit already impounded

Like, damn, finna get your bitch pounded, damn

Hold up, till she grounded

Like, damn, and you know I'm well-rounded, damn

Bring it back one more time, yeah, I think I can punch in

Like, damn, and you know I'm gonna punch him

If he try to test me or my lil' thang

Like, damn, introduce you to this lil' thang

Like, fuck wrong with you, bitch-ass nigga

Damn, bitch-ass nigga

Man, fuck wrong with you, you bitch-ass nigga

You bitch-ass nigga