MASTA BLINKA & THE FRENCH GøD ft. LEØN Lyrics

Ay, ay, ay, yo Cut, yo Cut, what's taking you so long to write the damn verse

Nigga, chill bro, you didn't write no, you didn't want to write no fuckin' goddamn verse

Like, fuckin' hook, man, so why the fuck is you, why you trying to rush me and shit

Like, damn, nigga, chill, bro, like, I'm almost done, shit, I got a couple bars to go, you know what I'm saying

Like, shit, nigga, I always make it a big deal, all of this shit, like, write the fuckin' hook

Write the verse, man, write the verse, goddamn it, you know what, fuck it

And we already gone, so we pack it up in bongs

And we smokin' all the time, so we coughin' out our lungs

Maybe spittin' out some blood while we pukin' out our guns

Damn, I think there's something wrong, gotta run to the bathroom

God, I'm fuckin' drunk, and I gotta take a dump

Drop a deuce like I'm Dose, shittin' out the truth

He's the proof, he's the master blinker, I'm the French guy

Growin' like some trees, yeah, we super high, 80 feet up in the sky

But my nigga reads the clouds if he tried, and his car's hotter now

And the weed smoke from the shit that we toke

On her knees and she blow, maybe choke on the pole

Cause she always dethrone, I said, bitch

If you wanted to go to Taylor's, just tell her, brother

You wanted to go to Taylor's, you know what I'm sayin'

You said that

Oh, hell yeah, man, I laid it out, right

I said, I said, I said

I said, bitch, I'm the man of the house

You said, bitch, though

I'm the man of the house, I pay the bills

While you lay on the couch, you gettin' drilled by me

You talk shit, but you cling to me

Whenever there's an issue, girl, you always run to me

You always talk like you above when you be under me

Undermining all the shit I do

Treat me like a looney tune

Throw that in the looney bin

Talkin' bout the attitude

Talkin' like you tall shit, bitch, you missin' altitude

You speak feelings, I speak facts

You get mad, tell me what you boutta do

Probably nothin' yellin' me, but, bitch, you feelin' baffled too

Like the weed's strong, it turn your brain to defried

It told me, turn the heat on

I'm talkin' bout my demons, blood-suckin' heathens

Tell that bitch to eat him

Cold-hearted brother from the east, son

I swear they got these bitches just like bleachers

They latch on and suck you dry

Before they go and dash off, I'm back on

I back on my bullshit, so H-H-U-F-F-HUFF

Then we puff, best duck, we swingin' from right to left

Hook so buff, all the money in the world

Couldn't keep me from bein' hungry

My stomach rumblin', it's time for munchies

Assembly line, a pussy, the goodie, the nookie

Sweet chocolate chip cookie, I pull up

With no invite, I'm him like the definition of a 10-right

My pen right, I'm the devil's favorite when I send right

I'm him like Sylvester Stallone, Rambo

Shootin' arrows at foes, maybe Terminator

Hasta la vista, we gone

Packin' the heat with my bros, back when the heaters were broke

Rememberin' evil is close, catch the soul, my soul

Back with my black on the wall, back with nobody to call

Now I don't fuck with no one, everyone say they're the one

Since you been callin' the shots, tell me who's aimin' the gun

Ha, it's me, bitch, playin' with sub-machine guns

I'm big pun, the way I did her legitimately

In the middle, I put my pinky and finger to clitoris

Then I hit it from the back, romantic like we was in Italy

So riddle me this, what you call a nigga with nigga tendencies

A nigga moment

I said a nigga moment, dawg, you don't know what a nigga moment is

Shit, let me explain to you what a nigga moment is, aight

So a nigga moment is when you see two niggas walkin' down the street and shit, right

The niggas be bumpin' into each other and shit like that

Like, yo, nigga, what you just say to me, dawg

Hey, yo, nigga