Put Em On The Glass

(albüm: Cure For Cold Weather - 2014)

She put him on the glass, glass, glass
She put him on the glass, glass, glass
She put him on the glass, glass, glass
She put him on the glass, glass, glass
She put him on the plug
Drop City, bitch (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties
Drop City, bitch (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties
Drop City, bitch (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties
(Drop, Drop City, bitch) Uh (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties

Got 'em up 'ere, got 'em up 'ere
My Italiano (Ooooh)
Not many brothers is rolling in [?] (No, no)
And banging at Surf Rock (Rock)
The street is my work spot (Work hard)
I'm looking for them freaks (Freaks)
I'm checking for them cops (Where they at, where they at?)
Ayy, you freaks can't pass me
I pull up double-five, double-O like dibs on ho
Shit, I'm never on swerve (Skrrt)
To the right, I merge (Skrrt)
Sipping Patronus (Sipping, sippin')
While I'm patrolling ('Trollin')
Looking for a freak in this thing, I be open (Let's go)
I still got game, ain't a damn thing changed
I spot two freaks (Where they at?) in the left lane
Eye contact is on
I'm rolling down, windows putting [?]
And she's popping them buttons and getting that blouse curl, let 'em all out
And that's what she get (Get)
Baby have no kids (No, no)
Thirty-six, double-D's (D's)
It'll make grown men skid (Skrrt)
And I'm putting in work on the freeway
Fast (It's swerving, baby)
'Cause she put 'em on the glass

Glass, glass, glass
She put him on the glass, glass, glass
She put him on the glass, glass, glass
She put him on the glass, glass, glass
She put him on the plug
Drop City, bitch (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties
Drop City, bitch (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties
Drop City, bitch (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties
(Drop, Drop City, bitch) Time to get real ignorant, ha, ha (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties

How many times can you play this before?
They bend this and hurt, get your momma, can't stand this
But I got a fan list
Loving this ratchet raft [?] so I [?] on the canvas
D (D)
C (C)
Y (C)
Uh, fresh from the Yacht Club party
Begging them things is working (Whoo)
Filling up the passenger window with [?]
You hit the gas, I'ma hit mine too (Too)
Baby, can I get with you? (You)
Trust that flesh (Uh)
'Til the glass get stressed (Uh)
I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed
With the way you express yourself
Some say I only rap about wealth
But, baby, let me rap about your health (Mm)
Lungs, lungs
Motherfucking lungs got a brother up so sprung
I'm loving this window dressing
The whole white lane is stressing (Dang)
Offend me, offend me
You could freak me if you're friend-friend-friendly
B-double O-B-S tray sitting in the window
I rather kiss them than [?]
And they should see me riding on the freeway
Baby, don't pass, don't pass
Slow down and put 'em on the

Glass, glass, glass
She put him on the glass, glass, glass
She put him on the glass, glass, glass
She put him on the glass, glass, glass
She put him on the plug
Drop City, bitch (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties
Drop City, bitch (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties
Drop City, bitch (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties
(Drop, Drop City, bitch) (Whoo, whoo)
Now shake your titties