D/DJ Drama/Words Of Advice (Feat Lil Wayne, Kevin Cossom & Mack Maine)
So this the new shit I be hearing “What the fuck do Drama be talkin’ about man?” Nah, I don’t be talking about getting money I don’t be talking about these power moves I be making I don’t be driving jewels when I speak If you listen closely you hear my words of advice, right? I got my mojo back baby [Chorus - Kevin Cossom & (DJ Drama)] You better think before you speak Gotta recognize, nah man you don’t know me (DJ Drama) Here’s a few words of advice: “better act right” (thug power) I promise, promise, I promise, promise (catch up niggas) And don’t leave ya girl round me I know she do what she want Whats gon’ happen when she leave? (haha) Here’s a few words of advice: “better act right” (I don’t be talking about shit man) I promise, promise, I promise, promise (not me man) [Verse 1 - Lil Wayne] Okay, long ass money, short ass temper Big fucking gun, soft ass trigger Weezy F Baby and the F is for Fuck them hoes Got your girl walking around my crib in her underclothes White man money, tight pants thuggin’ Pussy think it’s sweet, then I Sprite can crush ‘em I ain’t got nothing but some weed and some bitches You niggas ain’t eatin’, clean ass dishes Gangsta Grillz bitch, I am still the dentist Hit this motherfucker like Willy McGuiness I coach the winners, they throw Gatorade on me Silent 45, potato head on it Ask me how I’m doing, I’m day-to-day homie These bitches on my back, I fade away on ‘em Young Tune, no Bugs Bunny bitch And as long as I got a voice, I’m talking Young Money shit nigga [Chorus - Kevin Cossom] You better think before you speak Gotta recognize, nah man you don’t know me Here’s a few words of advice: “better act right” I promise, promise, I promise, promise And don’t leave ya girl round me I know she do what she want Whats gon’ happen when she leave? Here’s a few words of advice: “better act right” I promise, promise, I promise, promise [Verse 2 - Mack Maine] Young Money bitch, Young Money sick Now shut the fuck up and suck a Young Money dick Velcro on my aces, sticking to the basic Black-white then black pinky ring, I’m looking like a racist I’m higher than a satellite, you should sell hermaphrodite I’ve been real since BC, guess this is the after life Drop down from heavens like just to raise plenty hell Boy I’m tryna touch a billion bucks before 2012 So that mean I’m focused, peep my demeanor These bitches talking dirty to me, take ‘em to the cleaners They say men are from Mars, and say women from Venus But I’m in my space shuttle ’bout to serve ‘em like Subpoena’s The niggas keep me laughing like hyenas They only show they guns, Gilbert Arenas Wassup Serena? you could be my baby momma I’m with Barack O-Drama, this Young Money’s Obama [Chorus - Kevin Cossom] You better think before you speak Gotta recognize, nah man you don’t know me Here’s a few words of advice: “better act right” I promise, promise, I promise, promise And don’t leave ya girl round me I know she do what she want Whats gon’ happen when she leave? Here’s a few words of advice: “better act right” I promise, promise, I promise, promise [Outro - DJ Drama] Hahahaha You got it all figured out, didn’t you? Third power Feel free to contact us ifTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.