[Intro] Fuck with me wrong and get hit up We hit every block and we hit all your men up She do every squat and she do every sit up She dance everyday and she pick every bit up I work everyday and I sip when I get up You heard what I say, yeah I sip when I get up And work everyday, I'm a hell of a nigga Smokin' that loud, it just yell at a nigga Confidence high, I'm a arrogant nigga These bitches do not want a regular nigga My slime got them bricks doing estimates, nigga That's numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga That's numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga None of you scared, wanna battle a nigga? Cause shots come from nowhere like, Bop! Abracadabra, nigga Hold up
[Verse 1] I fuck a clit up on everything I put some sip up in everything You hit your bitch up, she never came She was with me up in Neverland I hit your clique up and everything I take two clips up in everything I'm coming, I'm shootin up everything I just bought my woman some Vera Wang I just bought myself Alexander Wang I just bought myself some new Louis frames I got em prescribed cause I'm blind as fuck Or is it that I just don't wanna see you again? Got em prescribed I got a prescription I got a prescription I got a prescription... I fuck a clit up on everything Tie my bitch up to the bed frame 22.5 for the Venus 11 flat for the Serena Drink codeine like it's Aquafina My bitch jalapena I come from Mars, I come from Ms. Cita Fresh out the womb I knew I was a leader Who keeping score cause I beat em
[Hook 1] And I got some really big wings Flying over New Orleans I pull some really big strings My wingspan like Yao Ming My eyes tight like Yao Ming I smoke some really big greens I sip the whole sixteen I saw a mill' at fifteen And still got really big dreams Your bitch a really big fiend Your bitch a really big fan But I ain't got no ceilings I ain't got no ceilings I ain't got no ceilings I ain't got no ceilings
[Verse 2] Man what a high, want to be alive I'm sippin' lean, and TMZ said I died I run with bitch-slappers Your hate don't impact us Our bitches' dick-grabbers Your bitches' pic-snappers You just a camera rapper But we don't point cameras at you We point them hammers at you More bullets than hammer dancers We take the pineapple And we fill it with purple, we never settle We take the Mac-11 We point that bitch straight at your cerebellum Bah! And this world is mines Yeah, I'm gettin' mines Yeah, I'm sippin' lines, sippin Oh, we talkin' lean? Oh, we talkin' lean?! Oh, you pourin' up? Finna fall asleep?! Look at the smile on me Spent a couple hundred thou' on it And the game been drove me crazy Over hundred thousand miles on me Damn, said she gonna lie for me I said you just lied to me She tell me that's my pussy I say bitch you just lied to me That's why I fuck em all, still love em all With a rubber off cause they husbands' dogs And to top it off, all the tops is off And it's winter season, but the seats is heated
[Hook 2] And I got some really big wings I got a really big regime Been part of some really big schemes I just popped a really big bean I just popped a really big bean I rock some really big bling I sleep on a really big king With a really thick queen I sleep with a really thick queen On a really big king She know I really pick screens She say I got a really big ting She say I'm doing really big things I should be doing really big scenes On a really big screen You see I got really big dreams And what a grind I fuck a clit up on everything I put some sip up in everything I put some sip up in everything I put some sip up in everything No CeilingsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
