E Dub - Beg Yo Pardon (feat. Worldwide$cottie)

Swear my whole team balling yeah
Might take the team to the MIA like we playing the Dolphins yeah
She say E Dub outta this world, she think I'm a martian yeah
I told her baby I ain't no rook, proceed with caution yeah
You think anyone better than me I beg your pardon yeah
I need 300 just for a hook, I feel like a spartan yeah
Everybody laughing when your clique pull up, you the lead like Martin yeah
Bank account filled with a whole lotta green like I'm growing a garden yeah
Yall ain't never seen no one like, me not a regular artist yeah
Aye, rose gold rollie, I gotta have it, ain't no option
Pump fake yo hoe like I'm gone hit, then I pass like Stockton
Music hitting like Rocky
Name someone who can top me
I tell your bit come top me, sloppy, sending chills down my body
Smooth criminal just like Michael
Trash ass song need to go head and recycle
Shawty said she like when I use my hands just like maestros
Working till my money stacking tall just like the Eiffel
E Dub kill the beat, Imma leave it with no vitals
Shawty say she love me, I say boo don't be entitled
I don't do the dating baby, I don't do the titles
Shawty tried to play me like a dummy, yeah she trifled
Or is it trifling
Give her this woah, she keep biting ears like Tyson
When I hear a beat like this, Oh, I get excited
Too many bars coming out of my songs, Imma get in indicted
Swear my whole team balling yeah
Might take the team to the MIA like we playing the Dolphins yeah
She say E Dub outta this world, she think I'm a martian yeah
I told her baby I ain't no rook, proceed with caution yeah
You think anyone better than me I beg your pardon yeah
I need 300 just for a hook, I feel like a spartan yeah
Everybody laughing when your clique pull up, you the lead like Martin yeah
Bank account filled with a whole lotta green like I'm growing a garden yeah
Yall ain't never seen no one like, me not a regular artist yeah
You know young Scottie no regular artist
You know you paying when I'm on the market
Save all of that bang for that bullshit at Target
She told me pull up, I fuck when I park it
All in the paint, yeah I feel like LaMarcus
To busy chasing that whatchamacallit, plant to many seeds, Imma start us a garden aye
Feening for Scottie, she ask for the dick, Im like you can get all it aye
Chasing the chicken, the lettuce, the relish, my nigga I'm starving aye
Pink slips to the blue chips, I pull off in a rarri
Old chick to a new chick I'm like baby I'm sorry
I ain't got time for no Maury
I never wanted a Ari
I want a brat, not a barbie
Mixing the Hen and the Cardi
I knew that you wasn't loving yourself when you tried to say let's go to Arbys
Tell E Dub we gonna run it up, we finna takeoff my nigga like
Swear my whole team balling yeah
Might take the team to the MIA like we playing the Dolphins yeah
She say E Dub outta this world, she think I'm a martian yeah
I told her baby I ain't no rook, proceed with caution yeah
You think anyone better than me I beg your pardon yeah
I need 300 just for a hook, I feel like a spartan yeah
Everybody laughing when your clique pull up, you the lead like Martin yeah
Bank account filled with a whole lotta green like I'm growing a garden yeah
Yall ain't never seen no one like, me not a regular artist yeah

Written by:
Derrick Scott, Elijah Evans

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