Need You-L'Orange/Blu

歌手 : L'Orange / Blu

专辑 : Need You (feat. Blu) - Single

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:49

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TXT Need You-L'Orange/Blu 文本歌词

Feat. blu

Yeah, BL, LO

A song that has taken it’s audiences by storm,

Which may be explained by it’s theme which is both poignant and different

Full body soul, yeah Chuck Norris karate boots

When my warm heart turns cold, I need a sake shoot

Niggas is Nazi troops, rude boy, 90s roots

Made it to 2012 just to see Romney lose

My whole posse hold shotties like we know Gotti

Had the whole lobby poppin’ like a d**e party

Filled the list full of nobodies

Niggas need remote control cars, I just sold my old Audi

Five thousand island sauce with the boss

A tall can for the long day, all days off, we get it always

Call up the squad, the guacamole, the guap

The Guatemalan models model for God

Pull out a genie bottle, fill it with promises for your seeds tomorrow

And leave your sorrows at the back door, it’s time to quarrel

The slam dance, let the boys be boys

Grab cans, mic stands, Technic 1200′s, writin’ jams

Like jelly, peanut butter and wolf, they not ready

Drop heavy like a crane on your foot, spit out a levy

This is deep, yo, it’s deeper than Atlantis

On the coast of Los Angeles you might get shot by a camera cannon

Bruce Leroy, you niggas is true decoys

Blu the last B-Boy, breakin’ faces for makin’ that cheap noise

Bring them toys out, boy scout

That roach out, make boys bounce like a whole ounce

You suck poison out snakes, you suck that much

I don’t rap about gats, but you gon’ make them raps bust

Gats tucked, act up, you sad duck

My sh*t swine ‘em, Don Jon, you just a bad mutt

Bad luck, stack mad bucks ’till I’m a fat f**k

Slap f**ks out of a pore ‘fore my gat bust

Raps, wrap it up right quick, let it drive stick

Heard she get around like clockwork, my time tick

Tick-tick-tickin’ all the time, no

Stoppin’ on a dime, ho you out of your mind

And I got mind on my money, time is money and I’m right on time

Got a wallet big as Chris Wallace, why you watchin’ mine?

Wash your mouth out, I’m ’bout that puttin’ gold in my mouth

Know the south ’bout it ’bout it, boy don’t doubt it

You be swimmin’ with the trout out in Vegas tryna get famous

I’ve been tryna tell them boys about it but they be aimin’, cannon

Why should I bother? Well, look at the alternative