[Verse 1 - Tyga] Haaa, peekaboo bitch, swag scare your kids My airplane clothes, flyer than ya bestest shit Gorillas in the mist, pro black, pump they fist I’m from the planet of the apes, King Kong clips Silence lambs bitch Run through your land tripping Can’t pretend when this is real as it gets can ya If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas This how I’m living, getting tatted in some house slippers I like my bitches simple, laid back, relax your mental Shit you know what I do, now tell me what you trying get into The man cars rented, the man car killing Gossiping man fuck the car look at the man in it Ha, boys to man business, we don’t hire bitches Just fire bitches, Young Money fire spitters Them red X’s with us and they ain’t ate they dinner Begin to feast, feet lying, fatality finish I’m killing these records they put me in Guinness I really don’t give a f-fuck if you witness You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it I still going to get my fucking percentage I cuss a lot cause bitch I’m serious Young no beard, get soup Like gumbo with shrimp Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Uhh Now let me start by saying I don’t like this beat But I weather the storm, I’mma lightening streak Uh, Weezy F Baby, I do it big weigh me Them crazy freaky bitches try to Cirque Du Soleil me Got some new bitches, Trell got them laughing The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket Shot gun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet Fucking with me is like stepping on the tail of a dragon Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant I keep a house full nigga call me Bob Saget Spending time backwards, hotter than a cactus And we ain’t in the building we the fucking contractors Y-YM, motherfucker why hate it Young Money down your throat, you got to stay hydrated Quarterback Weezy, young Tom Brady Open up your mouth and catch a bomb baby Haha good morning dude, Eagle Street corner Tune Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna Dune I’m warning you, we on the move Bunch of female dogs and garden tools That’s bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flows Hi-Hip Hop was washed up so I bought some change to finish my load I load millions, and more millions Money to the ceilings, nigga No Ceilings!
[Verse 3 - Zipp] Step up in this bitch 5 o’clock in the morning The world is waking up you can hear the pigeons yawning I’mma get that worm now, tell them it’s my turn now Y’all niggas need a lesson on some ethic you going learn now I do this for the love of it, saliva because I love to spit And I juke it for my future records y’all gon’ love to spin Fucking with my brethren, 10 years strong And he put them dreads in silver John Long But he’s more like platinum, hold up here’s a napkin Pick your jaw up off the floor, and tuck your tongue right back in Tell me where is Mack Maine… That’s all I haveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
