[Verse 1] The present like December 25th Getting cookies out the oven with the Louis V oven mitt Sold work, now I'm working with the choruses Professor X-Man would say I'm Vanglorious Put patterns together with words I crochet All-Madden with the flow, y'all so so gay like Dance...dance revolution I'm for the advance same as Kwame restitution Eating good in the booth like wassup Y'all in the booth sounding like potluck We don't know what we gettin' Brown like Pujols, always hittin' Your bitch like a cue ball in a pool hall We all hittin' No kiddin', no bullshittin' Pull my dick out and she just start lickin' like That was her secret ambition Put my dick on her nose now she look like Pippen
[Hook] Niggas hit the text, say it's light on the scale I text back LOL Another nigga trippin', said he middleman as hell I text back LOL SMH, LMAO, don't text Danny Brown if it ain't about dough LOL, LOL, if it ain't about money, TTYL
[Verse 2] Nigga hit me on the Sidekick saying he gon' shoot me Sounding like a real groupie He a bitch with a heater like Lara Croft He gone get his ass wet like Noah's Ark Got the chopper, won't hesitate to squeeze Get his ass cut like a whopper with cheese Give his ass some beats, no need for MPs Now he's in the ER hooked to IVs Doc saying that it's over When I watched G.I. Joe, I used to root for Kobra Used to watch Scarface and root for Sosa And laugh myself to tears every time the movie's over To me, that's the perfect endin' All my niggas sinning for the rims that be spinnin' And did I mention that jails to us like after school detention So revolvers, we spin them Text a nigga like, "Come through, end him"
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
