作词 : Frederick J. Tipton 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman The world is uncivilized, and these are our works Champ (What's up? What's up?) James Brown, nicotine (Yo, yo) C*caine (Okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ayy, man, don't never f*ck with a n*gga that— That don't get girls (Yeah, yeah) The n*gga always gon' be jealous of you (Yeah) I swear to God, on my mama, n*gga Yeah, yeah Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t I had to take this sh*t, go get your paper, b*tch Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho I'm cookin' d*pe and cleanin' baby sh*t Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape But I can never save a b*tch F*ckin' ball player baby mamas hit me When them n*ggas play the Lakers, b*tch We don't do no postin' or no name taggin' California blow, she got a 'caine habit I don't want the p*ssy if the gang had it Was a ho before she got the same habit Hold on, do no postin' or no name taggin' D*pe and c*caine got my name brackin' I don't sell a whip, I let the gang have it Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (Yeah) Get that white and I beat it up like I'm Mike Drop a broke man, a n*gga can't be like Mike Share the d*ck, man, a b*tch gotta sacrifice Diamonds in my sh*t look like some flashin' lights Presidential, I flooded that b*tch with ice Cougar p*ssy, I f*ck a rich n*gga wife Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke Porsche engine, that b*tch in the byke, byke Louie luggage, that sit in the front trunk Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks Throw VL out the window, I'm mobbed up Hit that proper until that b*tch locked up Dinner plate, my sh*t porcelain, rocked up R.I.P Robert Davis, we chopped up Screw a b*tch in the drop with the top up (With the top up) Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t, I had to take this sh*t Go get your paper, b*tch Flew a ho like 20 hours just to have a threesome with my new Australian b*tch Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape, but I can never save a b*tch Everyday I get an internet threat, boy, these n*ggas soft as baby sh*t Give them 36's to my side piece 40 millimeter on the timepiece Take a ho to brunch and get mimosa drunk She give me sloppy toppy on massage seats Keep them yucky b*tches from around me Feel like Usher, ho, 'cause you remind me Of a b*tch I used to f*ck with when I was broke but now my 750 got massage seats, uh Get that white and I beat it up, like I'm Mike Drop a broke man, a n*gga can't be like Mike Share the d*ck, man, a b*tch gotta sacrifice Diamonds in my sh*t look like some flashin' lights Presidential, I flooded that b*tch with ice Cougar p*ssy, I f*ck a rich n*gga wife Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke I'll be right back Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t, I had to take this sh*t Go get your paper, b*tch Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho I'm cookin' d*pe, be cleanin' baby sh*t Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape, but I can never save a b*tch The streets is tryna judge a n*ggas music Tell the p*ssy n*ggas suck a baby d*ck, b*tch Yeah, yeah yeah (Nothin' else to say, b*tch, gang) (Yeah, yeah) You know why I love to sell a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy? It's not 'cause of the money, why? 'Cause every miserable street junkie Every skinny who goes to bed hungry because his momma is workin' for a fix Every n*gga baby born with a "habit" Makes me happy, makes my heart sing
[00:00.000] 作词 : Frederick J. Tipton [00:00.020] 作曲 : Frederick J. Tipton/Alan D. Maman [00:00.040]The world is uncivilized, and these are our works [00:02.913]Champ (What's up? What's up?) [00:04.507]James Brown, nicotine (Yo, yo) [00:06.413]C*caine (Okay, there we go, yeah, yeah, yeah) [00:10.071]Ayy, man, don't never f*ck with a n*gga that— [00:12.004]That don't get girls (Yeah, yeah) [00:13.310]The n*gga always gon' be jealous of you (Yeah) [00:14.929]I swear to God, on my mama, n*gga [00:16.262]Yeah, yeah [00:16.810]Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t [00:18.508]I had to take this sh*t, go get your paper, b*tch [00:20.415]Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho [00:22.296]I'm cookin' d*pe and cleanin' baby sh*t [00:24.098]Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape [00:26.371]But I can never save a b*tch [00:27.938]F*ckin' ball player baby mamas hit me [00:29.924]When them n*ggas play the Lakers, b*tch [00:31.517]We don't do no postin' or no name taggin' [00:33.424]California blow, she got a 'caine habit [00:35.200]I don't want the p*ssy if the gang had it [00:37.029]Was a ho before she got the same habit [00:38.805]Hold on, do no postin' or no name taggin' [00:40.660]D*pe and c*caine got my name brackin' [00:42.541]I don't sell a whip, I let the gang have it [00:44.396]Got a pocket full of dead slave masters (Yeah) [00:46.355]Get that white and I beat it up like I'm Mike [00:48.471]Drop a broke man, a n*gga can't be like Mike [00:50.378]Share the d*ck, man, a b*tch gotta sacrifice [00:52.206]Diamonds in my sh*t look like some flashin' lights [00:54.061]Presidential, I flooded that b*tch with ice [00:55.942]Cougar p*ssy, I f*ck a rich n*gga wife [00:57.796]Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke [00:59.573]Porsche engine, that b*tch in the byke, byke [01:01.453]Louie luggage, that sit in the front trunk [01:03.282]Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks [01:05.293]Throw VL out the window, I'm mobbed up [01:06.939]Hit that proper until that b*tch locked up [01:08.768]Dinner plate, my sh*t porcelain, rocked up [01:10.596]R.I.P Robert Davis, we chopped up [01:12.451]Screw a b*tch in the drop with the top up (With the top up) [01:15.298]Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t, I had to take this sh*t [01:18.459]Go get your paper, b*tch [01:19.400]Flew a ho like 20 hours just to have a threesome with my new Australian b*tch [01:23.135]Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape, but I can never save a b*tch [01:26.792]Everyday I get an internet threat, boy, these n*ggas soft as baby sh*t [01:30.606]Give them 36's to my side piece [01:32.461]40 millimeter on the timepiece [01:34.107]Take a ho to brunch and get mimosa drunk [01:36.092]She give me sloppy toppy on massage seats [01:37.816]Keep them yucky b*tches from around me [01:39.618]Feel like Usher, ho, 'cause you remind me [01:41.473]Of a b*tch I used to f*ck with when I was broke but now my 750 got massage seats, uh [01:45.261]Get that white and I beat it up, like I'm Mike [01:47.612]Drop a broke man, a n*gga can't be like Mike [01:49.310]Share the d*ck, man, a b*tch gotta sacrifice [01:51.243]Diamonds in my sh*t look like some flashin' lights [01:53.071]Presidential, I flooded that b*tch with ice [01:54.848]Cougar p*ssy, I f*ck a rich n*gga wife [01:56.729]Doja Cat let me hit from the byke, byke [01:58.714]I'll be right back [01:59.707]Yeah, ain't nobody ever gave me sh*t, I had to take this sh*t [02:02.711]Go get your paper, b*tch [02:03.782]Rappin', potty trainin' every mornin', ho [02:05.715]I'm cookin' d*pe, be cleanin' baby sh*t [02:07.491]Versace robe drapin' like a n*gga got a cape, but I can never save a b*tch [02:11.044]The streets is tryna judge a n*ggas music [02:13.003]Tell the p*ssy n*ggas suck a baby d*ck, b*tch [02:15.641]Yeah, yeah yeah [02:27.240](Nothin' else to say, b*tch, gang) [02:32.072](Yeah, yeah) [02:51.769]You know why I love to sell a ton of drugs in Harlem, Bumpy? [02:57.359]It's not 'cause of the money, why? [03:02.191]'Cause every miserable street junkie [03:06.893]Every skinny who goes to bed hungry because his momma is workin' for a fix [03:14.077]Every n*gga baby born with a "habit" [03:19.955]Makes me happy, makes my heart sing
