Pudgy歌词
歌手：Smino 专辑：Luv 4 Rent
作词 : Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock/Chidi Osondu/Christopher Smith Jr./Daoud Anthony/Marcus Alandrus Randle/Symere Bysil Woods
作曲 : Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock/Chidi Osondu/Christopher Smith Jr./Daoud Anthony/Marcus Alandrus Randle/Symere Bysil Woods
Ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Haha, Childish Major)
Who in the truck with the pretty guts?
Pudgy from no tummy tuck
Like the city shook, momma look
Bitches glissy' glossin'n'n up
In the back, I can break her back to some rap shit
Uzi Vertebrate up like murder rate up
Pearly gates
Reason number one is I'm assigned her
Treason with some artists, heartless
Right when neighbors callin' me out, I came around the hardest (Oh)
Playin' target practice, made the bad bitch a target (Oh)
Darlin', what's you bargain? Lеt's get it bustin' like we Boston
Your nigga all simp, blеw his head like he mart' (Martian)
Damn, Atlanta made it, 'Lanta made it (Ow)
Out the city, show a South bitch, bought her nails, shit (Ow)
Mike Lebowski, got my eye on her
Pudgy, the pussy got some power on it, like
Tell you somethin'
Who in the truck with the pretty guts?
Pudgy from no tummy tuck
Like the city shook, momma look
Bitches glissy' glossin'n'n up
In the back like I break her back to some rap shit
Uzi Vertebrate up like murder rate up
Pearly gates
I don't know if I'ma get to pearly gates (Pearly gates)
Standin' on top of the world, I'll be like 7'8" (Wow)
I have no idea where my soul gon' go until the devil says (No)
And I might got eight different baby mommas in seven states (States)
I don't care what you do in the day time, and I gotta lay
I don't care what you do in my whip 'cause you's a fan to me
I don't drink no Henny, Casamigos be the better grade
I done put diamonds in my AP and it made me feel so late
And I got my momma a new home, it made me feel so great
Late, better than ever, I feel like I'm greater than ever
Fight for this cheddar, the death get you jammed like vendetta
Who in the truck with the pretty guts?
Pudgy from no tummy tuck
Like the city shook, momma look
Bitches gliszy' glossin'n'n up
In the back like I break her back to some rap shit
Uzi Vertebrate up like murder rate up
Pearly gates
Reason number one is I'm assigned her
Treason with some artists, heartless
Right when neighbors callin' me out, I came around the hardest
Playin' target practice, made the bad bitch a target
Who you, bro? I don't know you, nigga, need to move over
Who smokin'? I'm on Mars right now, I feel like Bruno
Got eight pack, loud as drum, this shit deserve a drum roll
On your track, that could brag on brag on dumb hoes (It do)
But no niggas that be burnt out like that fronto (Uh-uh)
I'm so serious, I be better off boolin' back on my own (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Who in the truck with the—
作曲 : Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock/Chidi Osondu/Christopher Smith Jr./Daoud Anthony/Marcus Alandrus Randle/Symere Bysil Woods
Ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Haha, Childish Major)
Who in the truck with the pretty guts?
Pudgy from no tummy tuck
Like the city shook, momma look
Bitches glissy' glossin'n'n up
In the back, I can break her back to some rap shit
Uzi Vertebrate up like murder rate up
Pearly gates
Reason number one is I'm assigned her
Treason with some artists, heartless
Right when neighbors callin' me out, I came around the hardest (Oh)
Playin' target practice, made the bad bitch a target (Oh)
Darlin', what's you bargain? Lеt's get it bustin' like we Boston
Your nigga all simp, blеw his head like he mart' (Martian)
Damn, Atlanta made it, 'Lanta made it (Ow)
Out the city, show a South bitch, bought her nails, shit (Ow)
Mike Lebowski, got my eye on her
Pudgy, the pussy got some power on it, like
Tell you somethin'
Who in the truck with the pretty guts?
Pudgy from no tummy tuck
Like the city shook, momma look
Bitches glissy' glossin'n'n up
In the back like I break her back to some rap shit
Uzi Vertebrate up like murder rate up
Pearly gates
I don't know if I'ma get to pearly gates (Pearly gates)
Standin' on top of the world, I'll be like 7'8" (Wow)
I have no idea where my soul gon' go until the devil says (No)
And I might got eight different baby mommas in seven states (States)
I don't care what you do in the day time, and I gotta lay
I don't care what you do in my whip 'cause you's a fan to me
I don't drink no Henny, Casamigos be the better grade
I done put diamonds in my AP and it made me feel so late
And I got my momma a new home, it made me feel so great
Late, better than ever, I feel like I'm greater than ever
Fight for this cheddar, the death get you jammed like vendetta
Who in the truck with the pretty guts?
Pudgy from no tummy tuck
Like the city shook, momma look
Bitches gliszy' glossin'n'n up
In the back like I break her back to some rap shit
Uzi Vertebrate up like murder rate up
Pearly gates
Reason number one is I'm assigned her
Treason with some artists, heartless
Right when neighbors callin' me out, I came around the hardest
Playin' target practice, made the bad bitch a target
Who you, bro? I don't know you, nigga, need to move over
Who smokin'? I'm on Mars right now, I feel like Bruno
Got eight pack, loud as drum, this shit deserve a drum roll
On your track, that could brag on brag on dumb hoes (It do)
But no niggas that be burnt out like that fronto (Uh-uh)
I'm so serious, I be better off boolin' back on my own (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)
Who in the truck with the—
