Tom Boy Princess Lyrics

Tom Boy Princess

Walking to the beach, imagine what I seen

Many liquor stores and convenient scenes

People everywhere, drinking and driving

Attitude towards me, walking and grimeying

Thief, not KFC calories, nor McDonald's either

Spitting fire on this beat, unlike Nas' Ether

Jay-Z, I see ya, threeway mic battle. I'll beat ya

Old school game of rhyming for fame against two

Name the sport, I am an athlete too

Nas I got a couch for you, and Jay-Z is no longer poor but a Tom Boy Princess

Sorry, I don't have a Beyonce to vouch for you

Snitches get stitches sitting on the couch, too

One time at the dollar fiasco, yes, I'm coming for Lupe's fiasco, too

I tried to steal a pack of three lighters, got snitched on like a, you need to know this liar, New Bedford's fiasco, liars

He sounded blood, noticed by a 15 year old

Now that I know the age, I would've said

"Marquis can suck a D, OMG, he right there and could've bodied me," signed Tom Boy Princess, an unknown name of the distressed tryna come at me.