Iayze - Luigi’s Mansion lyrics
[Iayze - Luigi’s Mansion lyrics]
Ayy, bitch, ayy, go
Real murder worth shit (Go, ayy)
Bitch, already know how the
Fuck am I rockin'?
Too deep in that C-4Matic
Strapped with them sticks
(With them sticks, bitch)
Too deep in that C-4Matic
Strapped with them sticks
(With them sticks, go)
Too deep in that C-4Matic
Strapped with them sticks (Bitch)
Bro tryna say it's smoke with us
Then lil' bro pulled up quick (Ayy)
I just woke 'em up, America screamin' 556
(Bitch)
ARP hold 223 it turn 'em into bit's (Huh?)
Mr he Ain't That
He ain't that and he ain't this (Nigga)
Mr met By Chance, she just wanna suck my dick
(Bitch, ayy)
I done smoked yo' whole advance
Spent the rest at Saks Fifth
I got money, bitch, I'm lit and I drop hit's
(And I drop hit's)
Everything on me a thousand, and my kicks
(And my kicks, nigga)
She wan' fuck on me 'cause
She know that I'm it (She know I’m it)
Bitch, I'm the it factor
Bullеt hit his daddy in the head
Now he a bastard i just fuckеd his bitch up
On the Louis matress
I'm talkin' double C and double G on me
I'm active
I'm talkin' Perc' 30 on my ass
Now I can't balance (Now I can’t balance)
I'm talkin' 'bout real Murda Worth shit
Done made it global (Bitch)
I'm on a king bed
Used to shoot at all my locals
(All my locals, nigga)
Now the bad bitches on the 'Gram
Got me on they Roku (On they Roku)
I done got rich as fuck
Spent three hunnid on soul food
(On soul food) that boy sad as hell
Need to stick to rappin' on ProTools
(On ProTools)
I be slidin' on all my opps, bitch
I'm a pro with the tool
I'm talkin' 'bout get, groovy, ayy
She wanna be in a sex movie
She tryna let me hit and grab her fake booty
Niggas be broke as hell and ain't
Shit they could say to me
I'm gettin' baked as hell on zaza
Sippin' gooey
I done spent five racks in Louis
I done spent six hunnid on my toolie
She ain't my speed, I'm too bougie
And the C-4, three four cooling
And the MAC-10 came with a cooler
We know you broke, who you fooling?
Her ass fat, but this bitch ass fuller
He a pro mag puller, ayy
I done dropped up out that school
I feel like Bueller (Feel like Bueller)
If I catch that boy on lack
I shoot like hooper (Shoot like hooper)
Shoot like, hooper shoot like hooper, ayy
Shoot like, bitch, ayy, go
Real murder worth shit (Go, ayy)
Bitch, already know how the
Fuck am I rockin'?
Too deep in that C-4Matic
Strapped with them sticks
(With them sticks, bitch)
Too deep in that C-4Matic
Strapped with them sticks
(With them sticks, go)
Too deep in that C-4Matic
Strapped with them sticks (Bitch)
Bro tryna say it's smoke with us
Then lil' bro pulled up quick (Ayy)
I just woke 'em up, America screamin' 556
(Bitch)
ARP hold 223 it turn 'em into bit's (Huh?)
Mr he Ain't That
He ain't that and he ain't this (Nigga)
Mr met By Chance, she just wanna suck my dick
(Bitch, ayy)
I done smoked yo' whole advance
Spent the rest at Saks Fifth
I got money, bitch, I'm lit and I drop hit's
(And I drop hit's)
Everything on me a thousand, and my kicks
(And my kicks, nigga)
She wan' fuck on me 'cause
She know that I'm it (She know I’m it)
Bitch, I'm the it factor
Bullеt hit his daddy in the head
Now he a bastard i just fuckеd his bitch up
On the Louis matress
I'm talkin' double C and double G on me
I'm active
I'm talkin' Perc' 30 on my ass
Now I can't balance (Now I can’t balance)
I'm talkin' 'bout real Murda Worth shit
Done made it global (Bitch)
I'm on a king bed
Used to shoot at all my locals
(All my locals, nigga)
Now the bad bitches on the 'Gram
Got me on they Roku (On they Roku)
I done got rich as fuck
Spent three hunnid on soul food
(On soul food) that boy sad as hell
Need to stick to rappin' on ProTools
(On ProTools)
I be slidin' on all my opps, bitch
I'm a pro with the tool
I'm talkin' 'bout get, groovy, ayy
She wanna be in a sex movie
She tryna let me hit and grab her fake booty
Niggas be broke as hell and ain't
Shit they could say to me
I'm gettin' baked as hell on zaza
Sippin' gooey
I done spent five racks in Louis
I done spent six hunnid on my toolie
She ain't my speed, I'm too bougie
And the C-4, three four cooling
And the MAC-10 came with a cooler
We know you broke, who you fooling?
Her ass fat, but this bitch ass fuller
He a pro mag puller, ayy
I done dropped up out that school
I feel like Bueller (Feel like Bueller)
If I catch that boy on lack
I shoot like hooper (Shoot like hooper)
Shoot like, hooper shoot like hooper, ayy
Shoot like, bitch, ayy, go