[Verse 1] This is anti-clean rap, nigga where the green at? Risks I take you'd swear I had the balls the size of bean bags Not what you're used to, bitch I rep the Bruiser And the label Fool's Gold, jeans with medusas Bitches wanna scoop us, get pussy like loofahs Y'all niggas losers cop clothes from the boosters Hoes wanna choose up, of course they gon' choose us So though you need a stylist also you need a tutor These stupid-ass niggas wouldn't know what to do So they copy wack niggas, that's what they made you The game's so trendy, that's why these labels fails Cause they don't care about music, just first week sales
[Hook] So they say you need a hit, a chart toppin' single That's why it's called commercial, because you need a jingle A smash crowd banger, play it all night long You never get on, without a radio song So this my radio song, this my radio song
[Verse 2] She wanna ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf Party like a rockstar, never bought a makeup purse Songs with no feelings, but she feel my thang on her Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I'mma make it rain on her Taught me how to Dougie, I'd rather see you jerk Until it skeet skeet, on the walls and her shirt She'd rather hear a love song about what she getting But not from Danny Brown, cause bitch I ain't tricking Do the pretty girl rock, and even though you ugly Getting dirty money, but bitch I ain't Puffy Ice cream paint job, semi with the hemi Heavy duty Chevy, not a Beamer, Benz or Bentley There's no originality, carbon copy singles He made Black and Yellow, I'mma make it black and emo That's why these wack rappers, they never last long Don't care about music, just radio songs
[Hook]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
