No bitch gon' **** this bidness up
Went and ****ed my image up
Boy act up think he it or some’
Just to get that buzz runnin’
Pass that drank my buzz runnin’
Pastor think my blood funny
Get ducked get buck like Bugs Bunny
Studio, shoot at you, you niggas actin’ so Scooby Doo
Why you still trapped in a cubicle? You niggas clap with your cuticles
When do they want it, double up call it, my niggas ready to bring the funk
You cannot handle no heat lil punk, my niggas ready to eat lil punk
Stumblin' drunk comin' down from my high
I’m bouta level up
She like Metallica
She mean like Angelica
Fifty bitches with the Fendi on
Finger **** her while I finger benjies
And she on the dick like tippy toes
When she look at me she see Pootie Tang like sah dah tae
If you’re not careful when I'm bustin' shots then you might get hit with the ricochet
Where the pelle be
Like a New York nigga off of Hennessy
I'on't trust a nigga with no felonies
Is you smellin' me
I wasn't saving these hoes
But I still might suck on her toes
She givin' good throat
Bring in the Os with the commas
Aye lil bitch
**** yo shit
Shoot yo shot and you gon' miss
I’ll plot the plots wit' my whole fist
You **** with me you gon' get dissed
Taken automatic equipped
With the 9 right on my hip
She told me just use the tip
I bounce it then I dip
I’m finna empty out dis clip
I'm takin' shots you takin' sips
Can’t hang with me you’ll lose yo grip
Coming at me you better keep yo eyes close
I’ve been runnin round with a dry nose
I done lost my car that shit got repoed
Get da dawg out for you silly hoes
I won’t bust not yet
Imma put it on ya ****ing chest
Lay you to rest like the Taker
You a fake nigga I can smell the vapors
Pussy ass nigga's will never phase us
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[Verse 1: dc4prez]
No bitch gon' **** this bidness up
Went and ****ed my image up
Boy act up think he it or some’
Just to get that buzz runnin’
Pass that drank my buzz runnin’
Pastor think my blood funny
Get ducked get buck like Bugs Bunny
Studio, shoot at you, you niggas actin’ so Scooby Doo
Why you still trapped in a cubicle? You niggas clap with your cuticles
When do they want it, double up call it, my niggas ready to bring the funk
You cannot handle no heat lil punk, my niggas ready to eat lil punk
[Verse 2: Kenny Casanova]
Stumblin' drunk comin' down from my high
I’m bouta level up
She like Metallica
She mean like Angelica
Fifty bitches with the Fendi on
Finger **** her while I finger benjies
And she on the dick like tippy toes
When she look at me she see Pootie Tang like sah dah tae
If you’re not careful when I'm bustin' shots then you might get hit with the ricochet
Where the pelle be
Like a New York nigga off of Hennessy
I'on't trust a nigga with no felonies
Is you smellin' me
I wasn't saving these hoes
But I still might suck on her toes
She givin' good throat
Bring in the Os with the commas
[Verse 3: YD]
Aye lil bitch
**** yo shit
Shoot yo shot and you gon' miss
I’ll plot the plots wit' my whole fist
You **** with me you gon' get dissed
Taken automatic equipped
With the 9 right on my hip
She told me just use the tip
I bounce it then I dip
I’m finna empty out dis clip
I'm takin' shots you takin' sips
Can’t hang with me you’ll lose yo grip
Coming at me you better keep yo eyes close
I’ve been runnin round with a dry nose
I done lost my car that shit got repoed
Get da dawg out for you silly hoes
[Verse 4: Pink Ranger]
I won’t bust not yet
Imma put it on ya ****ing chest
Lay you to rest like the Taker
You a fake nigga I can smell the vapors
Pussy ass nigga's will never phase us
📝 纯歌词版本
No bitch gon' **** this bidness up
Went and ****ed my image up
Boy act up think he it or some’
Just to get that buzz runnin’
Pass that drank my buzz runnin’
Pastor think my blood funny
Get ducked get buck like Bugs Bunny
Studio, shoot at you, you niggas actin’ so Scooby Doo
Why you still trapped in a cubicle? You niggas clap with your cuticles
When do they want it, double up call it, my niggas ready to bring the funk
You cannot handle no heat lil punk, my niggas ready to eat lil punk
Stumblin' drunk comin' down from my high
I’m bouta level up
She like Metallica
She mean like Angelica
Fifty bitches with the Fendi on
Finger **** her while I finger benjies
And she on the dick like tippy toes
When she look at me she see Pootie Tang like sah dah tae
If you’re not careful when I'm bustin' shots then you might get hit with the ricochet
Where the pelle be
Like a New York nigga off of Hennessy
I'on't trust a nigga with no felonies
Is you smellin' me
I wasn't saving these hoes
But I still might suck on her toes
She givin' good throat
Bring in the Os with the commas
Aye lil bitch
**** yo shit
Shoot yo shot and you gon' miss
I’ll plot the plots wit' my whole fist
You **** with me you gon' get dissed
Taken automatic equipped
With the 9 right on my hip
She told me just use the tip
I bounce it then I dip
I’m finna empty out dis clip
I'm takin' shots you takin' sips
Can’t hang with me you’ll lose yo grip
Coming at me you better keep yo eyes close
I’ve been runnin round with a dry nose
I done lost my car that shit got repoed
Get da dawg out for you silly hoes
I won’t bust not yet
Imma put it on ya ****ing chest
Lay you to rest like the Taker
You a fake nigga I can smell the vapors
Pussy ass nigga's will never phase us
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[Verse 1: dc4prez]
No bitch gon' **** this bidness up
Went and ****ed my image up
Boy act up think he it or some’
Just to get that buzz runnin’
Pass that drank my buzz runnin’
Pastor think my blood funny
Get ducked get buck like Bugs Bunny
Studio, shoot at you, you niggas actin’ so Scooby Doo
Why you still trapped in a cubicle? You niggas clap with your cuticles
When do they want it, double up call it, my niggas ready to bring the funk
You cannot handle no heat lil punk, my niggas ready to eat lil punk
[Verse 2: Kenny Casanova]
Stumblin' drunk comin' down from my high
I’m bouta level up
She like Metallica
She mean like Angelica
Fifty bitches with the Fendi on
Finger **** her while I finger benjies
And she on the dick like tippy toes
When she look at me she see Pootie Tang like sah dah tae
If you’re not careful when I'm bustin' shots then you might get hit with the ricochet
Where the pelle be
Like a New York nigga off of Hennessy
I'on't trust a nigga with no felonies
Is you smellin' me
I wasn't saving these hoes
But I still might suck on her toes
She givin' good throat
Bring in the Os with the commas
[Verse 3: YD]
Aye lil bitch
**** yo shit
Shoot yo shot and you gon' miss
I’ll plot the plots wit' my whole fist
You **** with me you gon' get dissed
Taken automatic equipped
With the 9 right on my hip
She told me just use the tip
I bounce it then I dip
I’m finna empty out dis clip
I'm takin' shots you takin' sips
Can’t hang with me you’ll lose yo grip
Coming at me you better keep yo eyes close
I’ve been runnin round with a dry nose
I done lost my car that shit got repoed
Get da dawg out for you silly hoes
[Verse 4: Pink Ranger]
I won’t bust not yet
Imma put it on ya ****ing chest
Lay you to rest like the Taker
You a fake nigga I can smell the vapors
Pussy ass nigga's will never phase us
Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one.
All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone.
Going to leave this brokedown pa...
Artist: Cyndi Lauper
Album: Twelve Deadly Cyns...& Then Some
Title: Time After Time
lying in my bed i hear the clock tick,
And think of you
Caught up ...