Beat It Up Like A Drummer Lyrics
Look I said
[MIMS]
Bah Bah Bah Beat it up like a drummer
Tight game momma, no Im not a plummer
Im an international baller find me in Bora Bora
Runnin from rainy days the sun will come out tommorrow
Lovers lead, haters follow
I came in the game she said I was hard to swallow
But yall dont hear me though
While yall sleepin in bed Im eatin cereal (Cheerio!)
I took what you sold and sold a milli more
Catch up to me homie you got a mill to go
I do my numbers baby, I do my numbers
Got these haters red in the face without the sunburn
Bah bah bah I beats the beat bloody
Clash with the crash I whoop the snares ass
Man, I gives a fuck about a hi-hat
Step to me, uh-uh I wouldn't try that
MIMS!
Chrous
Bah bah bah beat it up like a drummer
[E-Smith]
Smith!
Yo whattup Mims I gotcha homie
I'm goin in like this
Bah bah bah beat it up like a drummer
Young Smith slang wood like a motherfuckin lumber
Jack flip crack like a motherfuckin trap
A Niggas steppin on your work like a motherfuckin Gamma
Motherfuckers after, the almighty dollar
(IDK) Jeans Ralph Lauren with the collar
5 for the baby 7 5 for the toddler
Bah bah bah beat it up eat it up like a cobbler
Smith run the streets lil nigga you a jogger
Heineken lager, pushin that Lady Gaga
Fresh pair of Pradas, I dont do the dadas
Shottas, want me take the what and leave the what?
Celibate flow nigga i dont give a fuck
28 inches buttnicks(?) on the truck
Smith spit sick got a swag like yuck (EW)
Gotcha chick cryin on the phone like (uh uh uh)
