Young Maje - 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 f*ck 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, f*ck 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, motherf*ck 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 f*cked 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
F*ckin' 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 f*ckin hoes, man, it take a lot out of you

I believe in you, you say I doubted you What the f*ck, why you think I would lie to you?

Written By: Vemaje Bahar