Bath Salts feat. JAY-Z,Nas

歌詞

Haute is the living Coca Cola's the sponsor (woo) I run off with ya boo Hov is a monster (oh) Yeah, they like me like that (oh) Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that I'm the, king of Zamunda, uh King of the summer Come be my Kardashian Queen of the come up, uh (wassup) To be loved, Shakespearean Experience, to be us Jumpin' off boats Hoppin' off another cliff (woo) Every six months I think I need a new bucket list (oh) Yeah, I think a might need a harem (sup?) I'm way too much, ya'll should share 'em (hands in the air) I'm feelin' like a baron, all I need is a castle Be my Haley Berry, all you need is a catsuit All I need is heaven, I don't want the hassle God bless a child that can hold his own (Queens stand up) Achoo My instincts guide me through this Curtis Blow culture (woo) Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders (oh) One be trynna gas me, manipulate me, tempt me Make me have no soul So I'd like to take a tally all in favor of the days when the paper wasn't major But love was abundant Before the God got the godson upon his stomach Let these niggas know it was a feelin' I would get From music that they would come with (talk to 'em Nas) Hate start with H 'cause the H come after a G (right) They won't say it face to face, they say it after I leave After the first night at my place, she asked for the keys It's my season, Garden of Eden we Adam and Eve Now we naked and savage hedonism from a lack of belief (woo) I ain't a pastor, pass the le fiet We ain't in no relationship but do relationship things No ring but she slide through when I ring (hands in the air) Ha, let's put success to the side I'd still be this fly if I worked at Popeye's That's a whole lotta spinach, whole game full of gimmicks Make a fool out of yourself for a post on Akademiks We are not the same, I am an alien Hoverin' over your city, shuttin' down all the stadiums (sup?) Wipin' out everything in my radius, don't play with us Ya'll ain't made enough Shit pop off, we don't blow it up till we blow it up Cats better slow it up Ya'll niggas know wassup My niggas throw it up, we all know that Got niggas missin' in action, where are they at (sup?) See you niggas never really been duffed out But you got enough mouth to get snuffed out, doom (oh) The rough route We don't play around here nigga, we grown Start applyin' pressure, give a dog a bone (rah) I'm takin' half, it's just that simple (damn) Or I can start poppin' niggas like pimples Imma let you call it, you ballin' Till you get hit with them hot things, now you staggerin' and fallin' (oh) Holdin' up the wall you got more than enough holes in you to fall You just wastin' a nigga time, c'mon man (ya'll niggas sweet) I got shit to do, like hit your crew Might hit ya girl What that bitch gon' do Not a damn thing but, go with the program Beastin that bitch like Conan Bonin' Imma go where no man has ever gone nigga When it's on it's on, I'm lettin' you know in the fuckin' song I got nothin' to hide but you got a reason to run Come through like Till the squeezin' is done That's just squeezin' one Imagine if we all let go Turn your whole block into death row (woo)