JUGGERNAUT歌词
作词 : Tyler Okonma
作曲 : Tyler Okonma
Hey Ms. Parker
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Somethin' like (Uh-oh)
I just cut some fresh lemons with the sugar
Lemon in my 'ade, lemon in my ears, call 'em boogers
Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you n***as (Hold up)
Yeah
What it is? It's that n***a T, skin look colored in (Woo)
Ridin' in double-double R, that's that Cullinan (Yeah)
Pullin' in that four hundred gram, I just bought a disc (Yeah)
Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in (True story)
Golf le Fleur, that's Gianno shoe, what I'm runnin' in
Earlobe look like headlights on a new van (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm so mother****in' dead ass I need some Timberlands (Woo)
I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don't think they understand (Yeah, yeah)
Uh (Skrrt, cool), double C on my feet
Double G on my freak (Ooh), Louis V by my brick
She wan' kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (Leave, woah)
She try save 'bout the place but keep eatin' my meat
We can't see none of 'em, bro, she keep eatin' my seeds (Woo)
Got a E and a B on the back of the seat
I'm done with the 12, got a V16
Uh, Say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true
The more money I get, I don't wan' s*x you
Can't think about the last time that I text you
It's probably once I kicks out them belt loops
Sign my giant cock on a b***h every time check you
Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh
So if this mind is yours, woo, woo, woo
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and ?imagine exit
Last year more than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit (Like, woah)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, woah
It's the double P, I rock double C
Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats
Man, come to me, you want somethin' to see
This internally flawed, that's a double V
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas tryna double league
Hornet trapped in the hive
Of a mother****in' bumblebee
They just got the closest picture of the ****in' sun surface, that was us
Got the LaFerrari, park that b***h just for one purpose, catchin' dust
My Secret Service carry mops, call 'em street sweepers, back you up
Tat' you up then add you up, then give your cover like ?
If this shit's fake, I don't respect it, it's clickbnait
And that's distaste like a shit shake
What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made
Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fist plate
Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels that grip tape
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and ? imagine exit
Last year more than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the ?in the tinted exit (Goddamn)
Uh, uh, uh
作曲 : Tyler Okonma
Hey Ms. Parker
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Somethin' like (Uh-oh)
I just cut some fresh lemons with the sugar
Lemon in my 'ade, lemon in my ears, call 'em boogers
Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you n***as (Hold up)
Yeah
What it is? It's that n***a T, skin look colored in (Woo)
Ridin' in double-double R, that's that Cullinan (Yeah)
Pullin' in that four hundred gram, I just bought a disc (Yeah)
Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in (True story)
Golf le Fleur, that's Gianno shoe, what I'm runnin' in
Earlobe look like headlights on a new van (Gangsta Grillz)
I'm so mother****in' dead ass I need some Timberlands (Woo)
I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don't think they understand (Yeah, yeah)
Uh (Skrrt, cool), double C on my feet
Double G on my freak (Ooh), Louis V by my brick
She wan' kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (Leave, woah)
She try save 'bout the place but keep eatin' my meat
We can't see none of 'em, bro, she keep eatin' my seeds (Woo)
Got a E and a B on the back of the seat
I'm done with the 12, got a V16
Uh, Say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true
The more money I get, I don't wan' s*x you
Can't think about the last time that I text you
It's probably once I kicks out them belt loops
Sign my giant cock on a b***h every time check you
Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh
So if this mind is yours, woo, woo, woo
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and ?imagine exit
Last year more than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the chef in the tinted exit (Like, woah)
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, woah
It's the double P, I rock double C
Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats
Man, come to me, you want somethin' to see
This internally flawed, that's a double V
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas tryna double league
Hornet trapped in the hive
Of a mother****in' bumblebee
They just got the closest picture of the ****in' sun surface, that was us
Got the LaFerrari, park that b***h just for one purpose, catchin' dust
My Secret Service carry mops, call 'em street sweepers, back you up
Tat' you up then add you up, then give your cover like ?
If this shit's fake, I don't respect it, it's clickbnait
And that's distaste like a shit shake
What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made
Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fist plate
Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels that grip tape
Ride to the dinner tapin'
Outta time and ? imagine exit
Last year more than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the ?in the tinted exit (Goddamn)
Uh, uh, uh
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