DJ Scream, Future, Ludacris, Wale - Cee-Lo lyrics

I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo
I’ll put your wifey in a trio
And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego
And they done got me back in beast mode
I got some shooters and they ain’t single
I’m out the country in my T-coat
And these bitches don’t speak no Englo
All they wanna know is the lingo

In the Matrix all like I’m Neo
I make movies like Al Pacino
I can wrap a girl like burritos
I go hella hard for them c notes
They ain’t never seen what we did, nigga
You can’t get fingerprints off these triggers
I’m a guapaholic, I’m money-drunk
Death-defying, I’m livin’ like Avatar
I done went to another planet
See my pockets they on gigantic
I take off like a rocket in Paris
I fuck bitches that don’t mind sharin’

I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo
I’ll put your wifey in a trio
And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego
And they done got me back in beast mode
I got some shooters and they ain’t single
I’m out the country in my T-coat
And these bitches don’t speak no Englo
All they wanna know is the lingo

They say Wale dope
They gon’ say what they say
Never to my face, no
And I’m runnin’ out of space to
Put all of my favorite clothes
Took a nigga’s favorite shoes –
Took a nigga’s favorite store
I call the folk that made ‘em, foreign
These ladies trippin’
‘Cause I buck a lot but I
Don’t be datin’ none of ‘em
And I roll with niggas, go-to niggas
Know they ain’t as friendly
And all my pieces wide receivers
They all eighty somethin’ wale, though
And I make your ladies do my say-so
I’m just a nigga on the
Grind tryna make moves
Shine like a G, though
Rhyme bully, my mob goodie
Shout-out to Cee-Lo

I’ll shoot a nigga in some Cee-Lo
I’ll put your wifey in a trio
And I can’t lie, it stroked my ego
And they done got me back in beast mode
I got some shooters and they ain’t single
I’m out the country in my T-coat
And these bitches don’t speak no Englo
All they wanna know is the lingo

Okay, my name is Ludacris and beast
Mode is what I’m known for
I’m what they need to get Barack
Obama on the phone for
Illegal alien – workin’ like a Mexican
Bought a Bugatti and joined
Forces with the Decepticons
Got so many styles that I don’t
Even know what I’mma do
But I be killin’ every verse
Make it worth your while, Cadillac style
But I’ll put your favorite rapper in a hearse
Throw him in the grave and
Write "pussy" on his tombstone
Kidnap his family
Make ‘em listen to this new song
DJ Screamin’- partners triple-beamin’
Eight-figure nigga
Bitches fightin’ for my semen
Sparta, 300, Leonidas to you fuck boys
Shootin’ three dice with three
Dykes – what’s good, boys?