I swear I used to hate bein' tall
Now I'm lookin' over nigga like he too small
Tall skinny nigga with a rag up in his drawers
Ooh, yah, yah
I swear they fucked up when they counted us out
These niggas done lost and that's no doubt
Bitch you play hard, pistol to your mouth
Yah, yah
I had to keep it real with myself
I gotta love myself before I love somebody else
I gotta love myself before I love somebody else
Yah, yah, yah
They dependent on me
They dependent on me, gotta keep my pivot on me
They tryna lay up on me, gotta keep that K up on me
That bitch gon' stay up on me
Everything taller than a mothafucka
Now these racks lookin' taller than a mothafucka
Bitch, I'm 'bout to ball on a mothafucka
Ooh, yah, yah
I swear I used to hate bein' tall
Now I'm lookin' over nigga like he too small
Tall skinny nigga with a rag up in his drawers
Ooh, yah, yah
I swear they fucked up when they counted us out
These niggas done lost and that's no doubt
Bitch you play hard, pistol to your mouth
Yah, yah
Everybody used to laugh at us
Now everybody lookin' mad at us
I pull up in that fuckin' Benz truck
Best believe we got them racks on us
Now I'm cashin' out at Toys-R-Us
I got my son readin' Magic School Bus
Got that Patek on my wrist, it cost a cool buck
Now everybody tryna ride up on our bus
She ride that dick and best believe I'm gonna bust
I'm a minute man, baby, I can't make no love
I'm a minute man, baby, I don't give no fuck
Ooh, yah
I swear I used to hate bein' tall
Tall skinny nigga with a rag up in his drawers
Ooh, yah
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