The One Eye Kitten Song

(альбом: Folarin - 2012)

[Verse 1: Wale & Travis Porter]
Look, I was riding through wherever like my situation better
Bet they make demands when they see you making money
Romanelli custom, make it (buy it)
Haters (priceless)
100 for the butters
I don't be with squares
[Travis Porter:] Unless I'm sitting on my luggage
[Wale:] See that's a little different, Damier was a cover
[Travis Porter:]
Now won't you tell me something 'bout the joint that you was thumping
Yeah Ralph you know the girl that always asking 'bout some money
[Wale:]
Yeah, yeah, man cut that talk I ain't ever spending nothing
But some gas and some mothafucking rubbers
Check it on the dash, 120 out speeding
You play phone tag a minute, was tryna see it
Told her we can be low, pinot and rolling weed up
[Travis Porter:] Did you get her on cam?
[Wale:]
No brag, but Tarantino
Now you know, so we know, told me I can keep it
[Travis Porter:] Well nigga, did you smash?
[Wale:] I smashed
[Travis Porter:] But did you eat it?
My answer:

[Hook: Wale]
Took her to the room make her bust it wide open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Man, took her to the room make her bust it wide open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open

[Verse 2:]
Hol' up, wait, chill let it marinate
White girl with a booty call it carrot cake
Black girl with a booty call it double fudge
Brought my nigga along, we having double fun
Killed that pussy, died with his eyes open
Hopped out the pussy fly with my fly open
You hopped out the pussy fly with your fly open?
With her legs in the sky like the suicides open
Suicide doors, suicide whores
We all up at the crib, it's a quarter past four
Chilling, smoking, drinking
Like Jay-Z off-key I'm singing
OK I met this girl named Sara
Did she pull up in the Panamera?
Nah, that's another broad, this another broad (her?)
Little yellow tail, but I ain't hit it raw

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
Waddup bro? Nothing much Joe
Tell me about the Brenda you caught up at your last show
She was playing hitting hard to get it (I dig it)
You sweat it? A little, blame it all on the liquor
Shit I was so faded couldn't keep my eyes open
Playing eye to eye 'til she poke it out for me
Forty-five later she was jumping all on me
It was on (It was on, then put on for the homie)
Ok next time I got ya I just caught in the moment
When I bring friends in her friends will get focused
Dogs will be dogs, shones will be shonin
Kitten call me then it die with eyes open

[Hook]