eliZabeth Lyrics

Oh Elizabeth, why you do me dirty

And the K beside me, it is not a virgin I'm a visionary, you a timid nigga

Try to fuck my ho, then come and take a picture Niggas fanned, out, no ceiling fan

Got bazooka stuck inside the minivan You is not a man, try to shake my hand

Move white, nigga, Molly Santan On my worst days, had to thug it

My bitch cheated, nigga, fuck it My feelings hurt, I had to tuck it

Like the Glock nine in my luggage Oh Elizabeth, why you do me dirty

Do my dance on them, I was getting sturdy Now we in the building, and we taking names

All haters die and, motherfuck the fame What I learned from it, just a cold game

No glory, nigga, it was all pain Wanna crash out, be my guest, nigga

Put your name down like a guest, nigga When it's real, you ain't gotta guess, nigga

Put my pants on like the next nigga I'm fucked up about Taylor, baby

I'ma hit your phone later, maybe Puerto Rica in the two-seater

Drop the deuce inside the two-liter Got expensive habits like an old lady

Look what you done, like old Navy, mean Old Spice, need a light bright

Know some real niggas with a nightlight Cause it get dark in the daytime

No recess, no playtime, nigga Real demons going toe-to-toe

Jehovah witness, boy, we at your door My niggas witness, I go hoe to hoe

Fuckin' with my baby mama still Tryna see if it was really real

But I know it's not, I gotta chill Hard to chill with the heat on

See me out like what is he on Bitch, I'm on this cheese

Nothing else matters, not a rat at all I'd rather cut the shatter

Having thoughts just like Marshall Mathers on the LP

Baby, tell me what I gotta do fuckin hoes, man, it take a lot out of you

I believe in you, you say I doubted you What the fuck, why you think I would lie to you?

Written By: Vemaje Bahar