Текст песни Juelz Santana - WARHOL.SS

Juelz Santana

Six in the morning\nStain hit my line, crack of dawn and I’m yawning\nLine steady chirpin'\nWhere’s the move?\nGo and get me some\nHit her with the wrist\nI bet I whip in your millennia\nSaucin' with the pot\nLike Alfredo Fettuccine with the sauce and better side\nShawty Fetty Wap-d the Lincoln and started tweaking 'cause I’m hot\nSay she wifey but she not\nTold shawty call the Uber, I ain’t whipping to your spot\nThat bitch tweaking, yeah she tweaking\nAnd I’m thinking I can sauce, hit her heart\nPanoramic missing roof, I think that’s a loss\nPlay your card, been a spade I’m black as ace up in this draw\nParking lot, pimping limping\nWay I’m moving been the same, since the park, then they see me\nI’ve been laying low, trapping out the uber\nI don’t talk to no computer\nHit my pager for this super sauce\nI’m sippin' in this purple, know I’m doublecuppin' Act'\nLeaning hard that’s a fact\nBring it back, feel like Keem Hoodrich\nCouple karats in my slugs, playboy\nWhip a foreign pizzeria with her wrist, chef boy\nWhat she cooking, I got sauce for that eight\nCome in shop, good gas for that low\nYou should let that shit go\nHit her with the kriss skull\nScreaming where my wrist go?\nPurple in my cup but she think it’s nuvo\nAyy, she just want to kick it, let her tour my new boat, ayy\nNow she want to fuck, call that bitch a free show ay\nFresh white tee from the corner store, Japanese denim\nCeremony feel like Kikyo\nBack up on finessin, hope he know he on the meter though\nServe him at the spot then like dub, see you never ho\nEarly in my schedule but it’s\nSix in the morning\nStain hit my line\nCrack of dawn and I’m yawning\nLine steady chirpin'\nWhere’s the move?\nGo and get me some\nHit her with the wrist\nI bet I whip in your millennia\nSaucin' with the pot\nAyy, Randy Lee, hey, Darren, I got hits\nI don’t trust no mouses, I just get it then we bouncin'\nMoney stackin', Randy countin'\nRandy dirty water fountain\nRandy Rodgers Quartback\nAin’t no one can handle that\nMVP, your bitch wearing my tee\nYou a C-O-P, she gave me brain like MIT\nAyy, check your wrist, ain’t no cheese, she finna dip\nUh, we finna lay, potato louder than a chip (Grrah)