(x2) Can I rip it like massa sir While my wrist put in time Make that dope, jump and say massa sir Whip it like massa sir Oh lord, in the field with the pipe Moving work all night like massa sir
I got more chains than a fucking slave And I still work for them Jeffersons Even in the grain I don't fuck with niggas on the k, k, k Only be bullets in my door so please don't catch a straight It's been a real, real long and hot day Standing in the middle of the field Nigga I don't need you say I'm in New York moving packs from the underground Railroad train In that turner was he, he may do the same
(x2) So can I rip it like massa sir While my wrist put in time Make that dope, jump and say massa sir Whip it like massa sir Oh lord, in the field with the pipe Moving work all night like massa sir
Up rob whipping on that polish Genie, rash nigga fetch the Brazilian The bikini, they disappear like the nigga magic Houdini, on the stove whipping white in the pot It's fetucinni with the chicken sauce This bitch wanna lick it off Damn why you wanna lick it off? Pitch up to picture us I knew that I was missing soft In the trap by myself with the kitchen locked Can't trust nobody, even blood family they'll do you That's why I keep the banger on me at the least with the fat clip Even at the family reunion Daddy get the trap hotter it ain't booming So I'm ripping up the curb with the crooming I'm out here, I'm maneuvering In my new white whip I'm zooming
(x4) Can I rip it like massa sir While my wrist put in time Make that dope, jump and say massa sir Whip it like massa sir Oh lord, in the field with the pipe Moving work all night like massa sirTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
