Clipse, Pusha T, Malice - M.T.B.T.T.F.

Verse 1 No confessions, questions, we contestin’ Fireworks’ll send a message, iridescent Slow him down like Robitussin, if you rush in At your door when we address him, we gon’ bless him Tried to bring him, shoulda left him, learned my lesson Poker faces keep ‘em guessin’, no expression Ice dressing on my chest and leave impression What’s a Testarossa if you don't test ‘em? Ain’t your bitch unless you joystick undress ‘em My presence, your pleasure Peasants, he’s pressure I been knee deep, ki deep We at ZZ’s, me and Lee Lee Get you fronted for the summer so easy The snow alone, fill up a mobile home My bitch name ring like mobile phones and no one’s home White back to back Rolls at my gates White slavemaster souls in my safe White python Manolo is the taste She want a Mike Tyson blow to the face Twist and turn, these guns blitz and burn Too many flip and turn, had to get rich to learn Uh The Bezos of the nasal, that’s case closed Got a team full of J. Bo’s on they toes measly, cheap as Riesling Believe me I can tell because your bitch look needy Chorus She want Mike Tyson blow to the face Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate Half price when the blow’s in the crates means More ice for the Mo’s and the Ace Made a million off a flow to the nase saying that it wont just a phase 911 Turbo with the glaze Top dollars poking holes in the case Verse 2 All you keyboard killers in your feelings Mad you aint trending Mad, got you trickin’ on your women Mad I don't hit ‘em, I just spin ‘em Gunning and I’m grinning In a Bugatti in my denim This is the result of my vision React with precision But God only knows my intention But selling dope is a religion The hammer’s in position I can show niggas the difference You niggas is screenwriters, we dream writers Took change and touched chains like King Midas Imitation is flattery, they seem like us But only 300 bricks can make you Leonidas My old plug asked the new plug to reunite us D class in my ears now let me see you bite it She want Mike Tyson blow to the face I’m talkin’ ‘96 Hov with base Chorus She want Mike Tyson blow to the face Slalom ice, she wants snow on a plate Half price when the blow’s in the crates means More ice for the Mo’s and the Ace Made a million off a flow to the nase saying that it wont just a phase 911 Turbo with the glaze Top dollars poking holes in the case