- W Y O (What You On) 歌詞 Mike WiLL Made-It
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- Mike WiLL Made-It
- Mike Willy with me nigga
Thugger, Thugger, baby
Im out in the booth eating candy and shit
(Candy and shit)
Cant get enough, (Cant get enough)
Eeeeeeeeeeeee ( Blatt)
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you cant take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit
But I dont know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit
But I dont know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit
But I dont know what you on
That was a mistake, I didnt mean to say that
I fuck on that bitch and she dont tell no one
I dont play that
Im real, I just told you
So you can know where your lil bae at
And if you ever play about that lil bitch
Ill beat you like where Zay at
They say no one do it better
Motor geeked up all etcetera
Hop out with thousands of predators
Im hungry, I want some competitors
And that shit get fly like a pelican
Im in LA, I want me some editors
Dont step on this landmine
Im geeked out my mind, Im not mankind
But this stick Ima blast mine
Your bitch a tutor, you can class mine
Chanel first, no you cant last mine
Didnt I tell you bout that last time
Im eating so good, its that crab time
I had me some cheese, yeah, I Kraft mine
Barter 6, nigga, halftime (Blatt)
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you cant take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit
But I dont know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit
But I dont know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit
But I dont know what you on
Pull up on a bitch
In that that foreign with exhaust
I just kicked that bitch up out my car
And made her walk
No Im not from Texas
But I pull up kickin sauce (ooooohhh weeeee)
Christmastime, I spent half a ticket for Jack Frost
I stuff that bitch in a fender bender
Bend that bitch over like sinner sinner
Fuck the police, Man they trying to kill us
But I think they know that them slimes are killers (SLIME)
Yeah I think they know that them slimes are triller
The lots and lots lots of niggas
Fuck em all like we some thottie niggas
I need four wheels like a tri-cycle
Fuck on her friend and she know it, she know it
I bought a Jag and then show it, then show it
Cuz I really love it, didnt do it to show it
Bought a G5 for my boys, my boys
Fuck a car note, I dont owe her nothing oh
Lactose intolerant, Bae Im spoiled, Im spoiled
Take me some bars and take off to the stars
I done got so high, man, I think I see God (Hey Baby)
I cock back the stick and I aim at your dome
I say me a prayer then I send your ass home
No matter what you cant take me off the throne
Aye I fuck with your shit
But I dont know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Aye I fuck with your shit
But I dont know what you on
What you on
What you on
What you on
Yeah I fuck with your shit
But I dont know what you on
Pull up on a bitch
In that that foreign with exhaust
Pull up on a bitch
In that that foreign with exhaust
Pull up on a bitch
In that that foreign with exhaust
With exhaust
With exhaust
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