Cut the chase, I wanna nut this place And I know she liked a nigga taste, I can see it in her face Now don’t make me a cute little Christian, I don’t feel like Ma$e Ride for a nigga, step inside the house got my mentals erased I ain’t tryna roll no dice, I just wanna make it right When I fuck her I’mma turn her, Turn her over Turn her, turn her like Ike I’m on the burner, On the burner, Still concernated her Shit ain’t steak like a burger, or nothing Mortified, I need a Pope, Need a coroner, or something
Ref. Better yet watch a Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier Shake your rumidi bum bum Bleed the block bleed the rock Bleed the bumbaclot rock, Bleed the cops Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed
Bad lil bitch with some bad lil tits Need to put a little hip in it Damn, climbing up the pole because she put a little split in it If I whip the dope up I’mma put a little whip in it When I whip the dope I’m lookin’ to break my wirst The way I’m spinnin’ it Got a bad little date, swear to God I got a bad little date Young Thugger Scrappy?! Okay!
Bought the little bitch a black mink Like George of the jungle, She’s a ape And I don’t care not what they say, I eat that dinner plate Nigga hotter than the summer, Still catch a player in the street I’mma catch your momma Then in might just fuck your momma All because I made jam of the week MTV young livin’, Stop that like they stop my digits For odd reason I never end up weak I sell Miley Cyrus, Ain’t no meeting Miley Cyrus You get Miley Cyrus Can’t eat nothing for weeks
Ref. So pass me a molly, new Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier Shake your rumidi bum bum Bleed the block, Bleed the rock Bleed the bumbaclot rock, Bleed the cops Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed
How the hell they got me lean Nigga livin’ life so foul And it’s a crime scene I don’t ball for decoration Bitch I’m tryna eat Niggas sir inside the trenches, All my couches bleed All the niggas diamonds going dumb Like I’m Arnold Schwarzenegger Nah it ain’t Drake But my community gated Niggas fallin’ off couse The communities hated But the community wouldn’t Be hatin’ if they were atin’ Oops I mean eatin’ My niggas eat for no reason The feast for no reason
I do not got oh no mink But I’m beastin’ I swear to God Bitch I’m beastin’ And I’mma pull up in the 9-11 Then I’m pullin’ back up In the Drophead Make her drop pants, Make bitch drop dead When it come to this shit, I’m a Pro, no Ked Drinkin’ on this Easter pink, I feel like an egg Attracted to these drugs, I feel like a fuckin’ fed And I know you ain’t bout that, But I’m bout that Where the fuck the Sprite at?
Ref. It’s a baby bottle, not a Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier Shake your rumidi bum bum Bleed the block, bleed the rock Bleed the bumbaclot rock, Bleed the cops Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed
The streets ain’t ready, yeeaaaa All your bitches want a piece of me I swear to God these hoes Want a piece of mink Whooo, little nigga think he want piece of me No you don’t want a piece
Ref. You not ready You need you a Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier Pacifier, pacifier, pacifierTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
