No disrespect to Adele.
All the disrespect to the basics.
Let’s go.
Rumour has it you been runnin' 'round town
talking **** low down actin' like you own the crown
You ain't no hometown glory, you're just a low-down *****
Don't you remember I saw your dead-ass tricking out by the store?
Back when you was 19 tryna rake in the big ones
Now you’re 21 looks like you still can’t get it, hun
You a delusional, think you can take it all
He won’t go honey, who would when it’s you involved?
Think you can rap too, bitch you a daydreamer
The whole game’s mine, #1 album of the year
Two smash singles, Grammy nominations too
I saw you at the open mic, bitch it was cute
Now let me make it clear I'm tired of your broke ass
Puttin' me on blast, now stop, I saved the best for last
Make you feel my love, love, with the rubber gloves
leave no fingerprints on my love, do you get it, huh?
Now bitch have a seat
You rolling in something that’s a bit too deep
Someone like you, she ****ing tried it last week
I set fire to her weave and knocked her ass to the street
I guess that’s why they call chasing pavements (x3)
Turning tables bitch cough up my payment
