Poker Face feat. Buc Fifty

歌詞

Many strange things happen in a studio while the mic is live (Buc Fifty) Yo yo yo yo what's crackin'? It's the one and only Buc-motherfuckin'-Fifty Up here from L.A. to Van, all the way back to Murderville I've got a license to kill And as for these bitches on the street, that love my sex But y'all feel my depth appeal, yes it's real Buc-fuckin'-Fifty I'm young and deadly, that real nigga you pretend to be Armed heavily, quick on the draw, you're levelheaded G Fuck sensitivity I ain't gentle B I'm head buttin', punk motherfuckin' niggas for frontin' Shake it on the ground chokin' on they own blood and Make your nose bone fuck your brains, when I'm buggin' Then I just laugh like I was playin' the dozens Cause you can't do me nothin' it's like style's my custom How I function, as a man from a munchkin I keep thumpin', run with a shady bunch and We was Murderville when Laverne was money-earnin' Getting' money like the Persians across the country burnin' Anything movin', any corner that we turnin' And knowledge ain't one thing that I'm concerned with Deadly hand speeders while you niggas can't stand me Come through and reject yo shit like Moka's candy I hear know excuses make sure you understand me Almost doesn't count my nigga ask Brandy (Prevail) (Chorus x2) Full house, royal flush, what you holdin'? You'll be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen Queens get jacked by the King of Spades Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev One, Poker Face (Mad Child) I'm a razor blade the face it turn cross the line And when it comes to path don't cross mine It's strange though, devil with the face of an angel Braveheart in battle, still chase rainbow Scorpion king that slowly return Purified by pain reason fire burn Bitch so stupid got your thong on wrong I'm a cygone bomb, with my fire-on arm I'm raw with this flawless lawlessness Three stars rest to y'all of astrologists College kids, download these songs and acknowledge this Shock or rock bottom with the high alcohol tolerance Skin stay thick, now duck cause you fuckers suck a trick (Prevail) (Chorus x2) (Prevail) Yo you shouldn't gamble, with things you can't handle Horrid morbid speak in leakin' fluid If he can do it, then why can't I? Cause he can't fly he stays grounded, safe to say I'm bout it When it comes time to turn it out, it's my specialty Effortlessly destined to death, we all ears There's marijuana in my pits, this life is twisted Kiss the distance welcome to hitsville Shit it bangs it's a snake pit gang out Boa Constrictor, stick to dialogue that differs Leave you stiff you no-go, deader than do-dos Plus I look good in photos, hittin' locos Battleaxe Soldiers you Homo Erectus City to city Tokyo to Soho they expect us Toys ain't us, poison tusk, dawn til dusk We bust enough of this good stuff to smack your lips If you riff, peace to lift My release date on the streets will never shift Cause beats like this I rock them well, Doctor Ill Talk to myself walk and kill, the space and fill The holes with mace, pray the sky grace your place With my presence and draw the line It's clobberin' time, like I'm made of stone If it's my thing you can swing while we rock the phones (Prevail) (Chorus x2)