Mike Tomlin

歌詞

[Wale] Black and Yellow bottles at my table, I'm ballin' Black and yellow ladies at my section, I called 'em Balck and yellow, balck and yellow SS Black and yellow everything n-gga, Mike Tomlin Look at my carnage, bitches be astonished Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits This just aint no song sh-t, do this for my city Joe Bout to get my city on, had to let me city go Shout outs to my Philly hoes, told her drop that eagle o Called that b-tch my quaterback, wild cat all that Give it to these broads, i make em soar back and all that You don't sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap Me I never call em back, she said that y'all go together She just let me beat in you, an acapello kind fella, black and yellow Yeah aint that what the song say What you calla lifetime, I just call a long day [Wiz Khalifa] Ah ha, you know what it is... [Wale] It's no days off, you aint doing sh-t Shout outs to them Taylors and them Jets fool It feel like Woodstock in a n-gga dressing room Looking at my opposition like bust and move From where they take them old beats and turn em into news You can end this verse premature But I got sceptics and some fans that just be needing more Louie D don't see the score, going in and leave it gone Flyer than teh rest of 'em, Ima (?) to reinforce I dont be in wars, so i dont need a fort I just be in the cut, my n-gga Neosporin Some n-ggas slept on me but I dont see the snoring Some n-ggas sayin' bullsh-t but they don't be important They don't want, my attention, I'm cool cousin A lil liquor a lil rose for my lil young'n A n-gga suffer, aint eating nothing they still bluffin While I go hard and spit retarded like them little busta's I'm still buzzin', chick is something like n-gga f-ck it Y'all little n-ggas like lil bustas with lil budgets You lil n-ggas is silly you think my n-ggas budging I think you n-ggas funny, I leave you n-ggas bludgeoned Hold up...ok Black and yellow j-force, always wear a rubber so they never ever late for it Than we celebrate when they on it She can nip it in the bud and leave that b-tches face warm, yuughck! In my best Pusha imitation B-tch I be ballin' on the low like the chim is baking And I'ma need some more Patron I don't want no chaser I'm throwing hundreds at KOD, a little paper And you're girl working out, I let my n-ggas train her You Tim Tebow ass n-ggas probably still gater I chump chump p-ssy if it smell good to me And I don't do nothing to her but she do it to me I'm trifling, damn right ignorant Mic magnificant, you're all simpletons Its a (?), bitches blind dating (?) Baby I aint liping, I just tend to keep my city there On my back boy, holla back boy Half a mill rap touring, Jarrett Jack boy Black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow (repeated) [Outro]