Handel: Jephtha, HWV 70 / Act 2: "If such thy cruel purpose...On me let blind mistaken zeal"

歌詞

[Chorus] I say I'm ridin, I'm swervin Barely missing the curb I got this bad bitch and she twerkin Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit On purpose, on purpose We hit the club and we hurtin them folks On purpose, on purpose You can save the hate it ain't workin Say I'm ridin, I'm swervin Barely missing the curve I got this bad bitch and she twerkin Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit On purpose, on purpose Don't try me dawg we'll fuck you up On purpose, on purpose Automatic K and it's squirtin' (Bow!) I'm double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity Got twenty plus in my jeans, make them stipper bitch get to it Got sixes in my burban, I'm riding high and I'm swervin bruh My kush hard in my back seat with a black freak and he twerkin her Hard in the paint like Josh Smith, do not slip, I bang mine I'm zone one bankhead shawty, I'm west side no gang signs Pimp squad, grand hustle man, steady duckin' them suckers man This trouble man ridin' with trouble man, them mutherfuckas in trouble man I'm rubberband in my banks like it got thigh pads in my Levis Naw shawty no Levis, these Strivers Row, we ballin ho Quarter mil in the bag brought it all to blow On 24, we surfin Rep Atlanta shit no accident we immaculate on purpose [Chorus] (Uh huh, uh huh, yeaaahh) I murk a nigga on purpose (Bow! Bow!) flatline For the real A to take back over the game, it's that time Shawty poppin' ass fat, so I'm feelin' like she worth it This cash I'm finna be servin', feelin' like she doin' it on purpose Just swervin' just tryna get to her (whoo!), vicious, 36-34-36, ridiculous Jazzy phizzle my nizzle I'm iller than illa bitch ya, a bad bitch poppin' ass like a stripper And I'm the tipper Aye Tip, I just fucked her and her sister, on purpose To the world they some good girls, but I know behind the curtains They gon get down and dirty, on a camera while I slam her Goddamn I love Atlanta, chop a pistol, grip a hammer [Chorus] (Oh yeah, oh yeah, aye look, aye look, aye look) Pullin' up, they like how the fuck, he got 6's on his sports car Bad bitch with some big tits we got all the dope in her sport bra After I hit the curb I gotta slow leap, see she was suckin' me slowly These black tint got me number 3 on that Urban Legend you don't know me My ferrari ass I'm horsin', I hit the gas she moisten Them lame ho be like nuh-uh, this ol' pussy dick where her voice at You know everywhere stand by that, you'll never get where that Glock at Myself man for the fortune ho, same thing for that outfit (yeah) Look like I'm bout to do a little commercial, when I see them nigga hatin', I'm a play that shit in worser (yeah) Big boy with coach, that be a couple bands a pop (uh huh) They wanna see me but them photos had me top ho [Chorus]