Lời bài hát Tapatio
[Intro: Curren$y] Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh [Verse 1: Curren$y] It's like divin' out the plane Once that music hit our veins Tins of Rose Champagne Mascara telling her tale Revealin' her pain She smilin' at the same time She so high We could live forever tonight They'll never catch us, we'll never die If you ain't scared to fly, it's rainin' outside Ralph Lauren, duck boots, will suffice, slidin' high Anita Baker serenaded my drive Counted my first million dollars and I couldn't blink my eyes Nowadays I'm used to it, I be smokin' while I do it Crops is poppin' 'cause I grew it On the flight, I'm actin' stewardess Writin' the truest 'cause I actually do this shit Who it is [Interlude] You take some bleach, never take it all And what you get They won't even want to get you Police warrant, but guys get paid to shelf here Everybody wants to get it, too But if we do get a lot, no matter what, show you what you got to lose [Intro 2: Freddie Gibbs] Know what I'm sayin' Can't drink, I'm just gone dribble on this muh fucka right quick Ya dig? [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] Ay yo, Bentley leather ready red I do it like a Jill She don't think the sex come with head? I dodge a bitch like Neo Pussy you ain't thuggin', you Huxstable nigga, you a Theo Pyrex vision, pot got me pipin' hot, nigga, Tapatio Me and Diego move like Frankie White and Cesar Leo It's more than just choosin' your fingers up, and you deep with us You ain't eat with us, you ain't sleep with us Must of shot .223 with us Pack ran outta Ack, nigga You ain't never fiend for that lean with us It was stomach aches, heartbreaks Warrants off the missed court dates Eviction notice, 'bout to call the county Said the rent about a million months late White shit, now that's the type shit That put a nigga in a murder mindstate Roll a blunt and lace it with the girl Got a nigga zooted in another world Got the Toni Tone on the desktop Like a Mac Pro Mom and pop ain't really have the job to get me Lego blocks So, I stacked dough I always tell my nigga Mac council Seen a one hundred thousand on the trap flo Got the strippers in here bustin' packs down, blow her back down She a trap hoe Got the shooters at the front and back do Yeah Yeah, yeah
