Beige - Mars Lyrics

Okay god dammit I'm rabid
Fuck your bitch I'm a savage
No more fun I done had it
This no game it's a habit
Full of skill but you lack it
Full of madness no bracket
Men and salaries cap it
Put you back in your Casket
Yeah your rules are too rigid
You're old and dusty you bit it
One day you'll croak and I'll ribbit
Green with envy admit it
Smash your jaw with a skillet
Yeah I'm angry and livid
Go on dates just to hit it
So You better be with it

Cuz you say, oh hey
Spoon in your sorbet
Saying that I dress gay
What the fuck did you say
Go and snatch your bae
Cuz bitch I've had a bad day
I just need a good lay
You ain't got the answers sway!
Let me be explicit and passionate
I want it so ima go have the shit
Finding my beat and attacking it
Lost in the sauce and I'm tracking it
Style and taste is unique
(You're lacking it)
You looking bad and obese
(You're lacking it)
Saying your shit on fleek
(You're lacking it)
I don't wanna hear you speak
She crusty
(I don't want that bitch)
She love me
(But snort half a brick)
She rusty
(Hit her with the stick)
Hit her with the stick
Hit her with the stick
Rich chigga, go getta
Get bigger, deep swimmer

Okay god dammit I'm rabid
Fuck your bitch I'm a savage
No more fun I done had it
This no game it's a habit
Full of skill but you lack it
Full of madness no bracket
Men and salaries cap it
Put you back in your Casket
Yeah your rules are too rigid
You're old and dusty you bit it
One day you'll croak and I'll ribbit
Green with envy admit it
Smash your jaw with a skillet
Yeah I'm angry and livid
Go on dates just to hit it
So You better be with it

It's just your bones that I'm breaking
It's just your life that I'm taking
If I catch that you faking
It's your flesh that I'm raking
Never thought the money would make me like this
Giving me these ideas
Doing up dishes
With thotty ass bitches
Grinding up witches
But kill all the snitches
Nah fuck a gun
I use a hatchet
Smash a ratchet
Fuch a bad bitch
I'm the master
She a sidekick
I'm the player
She a side bitch
I'm on top and I'm talking down
I toss your bones and money around
Bunny honeymoon
With my honey boo
Kill the opponent
(Kill the opponent)
Money I own it
(Money I own it)
Fuck on a bitch and I swear that I'm zoning
She give me the shlop when I wake in the morning
Light a hundred bill on fire
Light a blunt to make me higher
I'm Rolls Royce while you roll Corolla
Nextel Chirp you Motorola