Abe M Beats - ニヤケ (Grinning) lyrics
[Abe M Beats - ニヤケ Grinning lyrics]
Relax and take notes
While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer
Motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace
Smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you
Got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capeesha? I'm out like
"The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr macho
The head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be
Down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hit's!
Her hittin' the floor
And me hittin' the clit'
Suckin' on the tit's! Had the
Hooker beggin' for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love
My dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of
House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her
Who's the man, she said, "B-IG"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E
(Yo Big, you're dead wrong)
While I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer
Motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace
Smack the bitch in the face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face
Off her back, jab her if she act
Funny with the money oh you
Got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, capeesha? I'm out like
"The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr macho
The head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
Much style I should be
Down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hit's!
Her hittin' the floor
And me hittin' the clit'
Suckin' on the tit's! Had the
Hooker beggin' for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love
My dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of
House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her
Who's the man, she said, "B-IG"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E
(Yo Big, you're dead wrong)