We Had A Deal (Explicit)-Father

歌手 : Father
语种 : 英语
时长 : 02:24

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TXT We Had A Deal (Explicit)-Father 文本歌词

We Had A Deal (Explicit) - Father
Lyricist:Centel Mangum/Nate Donmoyer
Composer:Centel Mangum/Nate Donmoyer
Uh yeah
Mhm uh huh
Yeah
Yeah
N**gas got it out the mud
All you n**gas is some studs
All your hoes catchin' nuts
But I'm not one to judge
Keep the white like McFlurry
Plug call me Pill Murray
I've been drinkin' on some bourbon
N**ga sick as f**k slurrin'
Got two horns like Bruce Wayne
Naked f**kin' on your boo thang
F**k her in the a** like Hussain
Feel like HOV get a new lane
Red cup red cup
F**k around boy get your head busted
Redrum redrum
F**kin' your ho got her head sprung
I can't roll a blunt but I can roll a dollar bill
You keep f**kin' with my money
I might have to get you killed
Yeah yeah yeah thought we had a deal
Yeah yeah yeah thought n**gas was chill
You keep talkin' to my b**ch boy
We might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll
Yeah your n**gas and the cops
So don't try to call 12
They might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send your a** to hell
If you keep playin' with my knots
What what what
Yeah
Ayy when I feel sad a n**ga start sippin'
Puttin' them Percs in my pinot noir
Crushin' up blues in my designer shoes
When I slip on red carpet I look like a star
Pullin' her bloomers off
Pourin' that sauvignon blanc
On her titties and lickin' it off
Hermes chain go from her tatas to kitty
She say she want bad boy I turned into Diddy
Ooh yeah I turned into 50
N**ga on BET n**ga on STARZ
Everybody wanna know who in my car
Told my lil' b**ch to go sit in the car
Everybody wanna know how that boy ball
Found her at the party then f**ked her in the stall
Break a b**ch back like Bane
Mask on my face yeah I'm bringin' the pain
I can't roll a blunt but
I can roll a dollar bill
You keep f**kin' with my money
I might have to get you killed
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Thought we had a deal
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Thought n**gas was chill
You keep talkin' to my b**ch boy
We might have to get you knocked
Everybody on my payroll
Yeah your n**gas and the cops
So don't try to call 12 they
Might shoot you on the spot
They gon' send your a** to hell
If you keep playin' with my knots
What what what what