Original (Edited Version)-Mystikal/Birdman/Lil Wayne

歌手 : Mystikal / Birdman / Lil Wayne

专辑 : Original

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:22

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TXT Original (Edited Version)-Mystikal/Birdman/Lil Wayne 文本歌词

Original (Edited Version) - Mystikal/Birdman/Lil Wayne (李尔·韦恩)

Mystical what's popping

Welcome to the team

I'm a political refugee

That's how the f**k I felt

Birds for the summer

Hummers for the runners

Candy on the paint nine for the thunder

Throw a couple of hundreds

Fishing on a fishtail

Big money sh*t cash money oil well

High roller shot caller big boss

Original real ni**a from the start

Head hunting price on a ni**a tab

Hit them up for playing with a ni**a mail

Niggas sound better than Beethoven

To the beat that I rap over

Stay out of that medicine cabinet

Yeah that what they told me

They giving us piss test cause we stay rolling

And know a ni**a act better than

A forty five caliber pistol when they loading

They penalize us trine slow us down

They constantly f**king us up

That's why we're buck wild

Call me porch monkey call me Jigaboo

When you know you wanna f**k my woman and eat my barbeque

How the f**k you gone watch my house

But don't wanna live on my street

The ape man told Tarzan how the f**k you better than me

Rap I run that rock and got a jump shot

Who we got that blood wife up in that white house

I took a look and didn't sell out

I was in the building didn't bail out

Hoping motherf**ker didn't fell out

Back to the top from the jail house

Ni**a lace them up tie your shoe

Catch a cut we know what pressure do

Birds for the summer

Hummers for the runners

Candy on the paint nine for the thunder

Throw a couple of hundreds

Fishing on a fishtail

Big money sh*t cash money oil well

High roller shot caller big boss

Original real ni**a from the start

Head hunting price on a ni**a tab

Hit them up for playing with a ni**a mail

Who out come here f**king with me huh tell me that

I'm about to drop that sh*t where my pamper at

Try to answer that or give me my mantle back

I bury you cockroaches should left me where I was at

You dun made that f**king bed

You dun built this f**king castle

Buckwheat and his friend Alfalfa

Couldn't do nothing with this little rascal

I'm one slicker retarded yeah ni**a what the hell

Talking baby business yea b**ch dumb sh*t

Don't be f**king with me cause you won't get off easy

I feel just like drew brees when they kick off football season

How I cut the ref you can't stop it from bleeding

Rappers better leave me alone if they wanna keep on breathing

Now keep on starving and I'm gonna keep on eating

And you keep on sucking and I'm keep on skeeting

Ni**a you can be the one bussing or be the one fleeing

Ni**a better keep on trucking

Ain't no motherf**king trouble this evening

Birds for the summer

Hummers for the runners

Candy on the paint nine for the thunder

Throw a couple of hundreds

Fishing on a fishtail

Big money sh*t cash money oil well

High roller shot caller big boss

Original real ni**a from the start

Head hunting price on a ni**a tab

Hit them up for playing with a ni**a mail

Uh ain't it crazy how sh*t be that's why I flush it

I got the Tommy gun with the drum that's percussion

I just popped a couple pain pills self destruction

I made something out of nothing thanks for nothing

I pistol whip you b**ch knock her out Robitussin

Ran up in your house killed everybody no discussion

Rep that motherf**king red flag like a Russian

Yeah look I told her baby I'm a thrasher

We kissed I lit her a** up then I ashed her

No hard feelings no car dealing but I shuffle my queens

Duffle bag too heavy to carry to the car my Mary in a jar

I'm food I let the haters add a little salt

That's cool I do it for all the niggas that try

And all the b**ches I've f**ked and all my niggas that died

Tunechi

Birds for the summer

Hummers for the runners

Candy on the paint

Nine for the thunder yeah

Throw a couple of hundreds

Fishing on a fishtail

You know it wouldn't be right without the boy

Oil well

High roller shot caller big boss yeah

Original real ni**a from the start

Head hunting price on a ni**a tab

Hit them up for playing with a ni**a mail

Yeah we up there boy

As a matter fact they don't call me

Deep in this ocean

Yeah helicopters

I call them

Uptown we in the building

As a matter of fact I call them out

Three o five o four boy we the business hah ha ha

Yeah billionaire minds one hundred

You scared of something ha

If I was you I would be hum uh