Juelz Santana

(альбом: Warhol 16' - 2017)

[Warhol.ss:]
Six in the morning
Stain hit my line, crack of dawn and I'm yawning
Line steady chirping
Where's the move, go and get me some
Hit her with the wrist
I bet I whip in your millennia
Saucing with the pot

Like Alfredo Fettuccine with the sauce and better side
Shawty Fetty Wap'd the Lincoln and started tweaking 'cause I'm hot
Say she wifey but she not
Told shawty call the uber, I ain't whipping to your spot
That bitch tweaking, yeah she tweaking
And I'm thinking I can sauce, hit her heart
Panoramic missing roof, I think that's a loss
Play your card, been a spade I'm black as ace up in this draw
Parking lot, pimping limping
Way I'm moving been the same, since the park, then they see me
I've been laying low, trapping out the uber
I don't talk to no computer
Hit my pager for this super sauce
I'm sipping in this purple, know I'm double cupping Act
Leaning hard that's a fact
Bring it back, feel like Keem, Hoodrich
Couple karats in my slugs playboy
Whip a foreign pizzeria with her wrist, chef boy
What she cooking, I got sauce for that eight
Come in shop, good gas for that low
You should let that shit go
Hit her with the kriss skull
Screaming where my wrist go?
Purple in my cup but she think it's nuvo
Ayy, she just want to kick it, let her tour my new boat, ayy
Now she want to fuck, call that bitch a free show ay
Fresh white tee from the corner store, Japanese denim
Ceremony feel like Kikyo [?]
Back up on finessin, hope he know he on the meter though
Serve him at the spot then like dub, see you never ho
Early in my schedule but it's

Six in the morning
Stain hit my line, crack of dawn and I'm yawning
Line steady chirping
Where's the move, go and get me some
Hit her with the wrist
I bet I whip in your millennia
Saucing with the pot

[Randy:]
Ayy, Randy Lee, hey Darren I got hits
I don't trust no mouses, I just get it then we bouncing
Money stacking Randy counting, Randy dirty water fountain, Randy Rodgers Quartback, ain't no one can handle that
MVP, your bitch wearing my tee
You a C-O-P, she gave me brain like MIT
Ayy, check your wrist, ain't no cheese she finna dip
Uh, we finna lay, potato louder than a chip (Graa)