歌詞

Got a question like hey! uh Do you got a stick like hey! uh Say you movin bricks like hey! uh Talkin to the feds like hey! uh Tap on his shoulder like hey! uh Hit em wit a hook like hey! uh Gave his bitch a look like hey! uh Got her in n my bed like Bet I got stripes like a Tiger or Zebra Cloud 9 lives sky high off the reefa Got a new bitch that be all up in the photographs centerfold shit But she no Mona Lisa Got a new whip that don't run on gas So the fuel that I need for my lungs is thе diesel Keep it f-ckin playa like a running back Runnin back thе lyrics to my shit cus I'm spittin that ether New bitch a genius no cap, soul core blue hair blue Fit so I feel like Vegeta Black tears pouring from my eyes As I chase after checks in the race with the pace of cheetah Makin big waves boy I been a vet surf n turf every time I work like the flow was on Tidal Every time I rap get a bitch wet Make a nigga trip, make hatin mutha f-ckin suicidal I don't wanna take a lil bitch to recital Less she sing c notes Baby I'm from AZ Give that pussy heat stroke But she use the ice cubes when she give me deep throat Never been a cheap skate I don't ever slip hoe I don't need a bed I get all my people fed Duckin blue and red, I'm the vision in your head Pocket full green bread and blunt full of keef so Got a question like hey! uh Do you got a stick like hey! uh Say you movin bricks like hey! uh Talkin to the feds like hey! uh Tap on his shoulder like hey! uh Hit em wit a hook like hey! uh Gave his bitch a look like hey! uh Got her in n my bed like skeet skeet skeet skeet Cookin in the kitchen Like crisco I just lil somethin on the wrist tho Ex bitch see my photo and she pissed tho (I be flexin i just stunt hoe) Imma boutta throw hands in the mosh pit Maybe throw a couple bands while they talk shit Now my ex bitch think that I'm toxic She just mad at the dick cuz she lost it Aye please get the f-ck up right outta my face These bitches talkin' but don't know they place Alla these memories have been erased For alla these bands that I stuff in a safe For alla these bands that I stuff in a safe They keep comin' up to me like Have you ever had a dream that, that you, Um, you had, you would, you Got a question like hey! uh Do you got a stick like hey! uh Say you movin bricks like hey! uh Talkin to the feds like hey! uh Tap on his shoulder like hey! uh Hit em wit a hook like hey! uh Gave his bitch a look like hey! uh Got her in n my bed like skeet skeet skeet skeet
Writer(s): Staig Aron Flynn, Nickolas Hale Sampson, Adam Lee Ramey, William Edward Iii Lauderdale, Joseph William Jr Lana, Francisco Guzman, Robert Nathaniel Sebastian, Tremayn Benjamin Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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