Tekst piosenki
Into:
Flick flick flick flick flick X3
Aye uh, welcome. this is, this is it
Chorus:
Ayo my nigga wake up
Got 40 thousand things to do
Get a motha fuckin cup
Fill it up with orange juice
Gotta list, stu sesh, crush crush
(motha fucka crush crush X2)
Verse:
All by myself niggas done passed out
Show was groovy, there were groupies, went to brotha man house
Buncha bitties in the corner fuckin twistin they hair
One was on the couch lookin at me, boy, did she stare
With her beautiful eyes
I guess im staring back
Pass the blunt
Think of something to say like: pass the black, out back
Straight chillin conversation was positive
„yall were great at the show! yall had me rockin”
Thanks so much… like what the fuck to say
Its awkward
The life of a writer that was blessed to be honest
The moment is upon us to get her back to the living room
Sweep her off her feet
The broom was underneath her womb
This ain’t no cartoons and cereal
This is that check yo pulse
Any of this real?
You no get banana if you ever want to peel
Not every weapon in this world can be concealed
Chorus Repeat
Outro:
Shout out to everybody
Shout out to everybody
(who gone ride in my whoopty nigga)
This is flick
Get used to it
Fuck with it
Bump it in your shit
I dont give a fuck
But youre going to be hearing more uh
We gone see whats up there, stay all the way until the credits
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