Lu-Tang - Citrus Winning lyrics
[Lu-Tang - Citrus Winning lyrics]
Fell asleep for like 8 months
And I woke up and it's 2017
Money so damn long man
I'm winning just like I am Charlie Sheen
Back when I couldn't flow
Now I kinda can, eh
I'm like a broken vacuum cleaner man
My flow is kinda demeaning man
Man everything I do is fucking killing them
Motherfucker I don't even know why
I got a ceiling fan
I got no ceilings fam, Wayne
Money long, cut it man, their swag is so lame
Who the fuck invited me? No one really did
I just came to the party
With no fucking friends then I left
My fault money long, cut it
I don't need a fucking goal
All my money long, who the fuck invited me?
I got to the party, then I leave money long
I am just like Steve Nash
Because I'm dropping dimes
Money long, man I do the crimes
I don't do no time
I've been killing these haters
Since like never
I don't really have many haters, I'm
Just changing like the weather, fuck it
I don't even got a backpack
I just go with the snapback
Looking like a motherfucking flapjack
Give a fuck if the rappers get the bap back
Give a fuck if I got the game on my Snapchat
Fuck, I got that Snapcash money long, cut it
Man you better take a backpack
Better take it back to the back
On the top of the track
I react real fast when
These rappers are trash fuck it up
Man I've always been a runner up
Never been first place in anything
Everything I fucking do is kinda trash
But it's all good
Money long, cut it down man
I don't really fuck with anyone if
They don't fuck with Wu Tang
I'm just kidding, we're all love
Money long, cut it down
I had to read a book about
Fighting crimes and writing rhymes
Back when I couldn't write
Now my right is at the dime
Man I transform like Optimus Prime at
The drop of the dime
Man these rappers, they just lies fuck it
Look, look
Strictly off the dome, everything I do is
Search me up on Google Chrome man
Lu tangbandcampcom has like four views
In the past four years
My money so damn fucking trash
I don't got a lot of cash
I do this shit in my fucking sleep man
RIP to Johnny Cash
And RIP to Prince, David Bowie
And Craig Sager
I killed the fucking game man
RIP to Phife Dawg
I don't know how it's gonna be the same man
A Tribe Called Quest is the best
These rappers hungry like Budapest
Killed them haters man, put them in a chest
X marks the spot, but you are pretty trash
(aye)
I don't even know why I'm doing this shit
Man it's pretty terrible (aye)
I'm viciously killing them all, like Sid
I don't know variables (aye)
I don't even know why I pick up the mic
But I gotta keep going (aye)
Close to overflowing man
Like a fucking dead fish
Tangy boi, I'm the bestest (aye)
Kill the game, murder it
You should invest in it
And I woke up and it's 2017
Money so damn long man
I'm winning just like I am Charlie Sheen
Back when I couldn't flow
Now I kinda can, eh
I'm like a broken vacuum cleaner man
My flow is kinda demeaning man
Man everything I do is fucking killing them
Motherfucker I don't even know why
I got a ceiling fan
I got no ceilings fam, Wayne
Money long, cut it man, their swag is so lame
Who the fuck invited me? No one really did
I just came to the party
With no fucking friends then I left
My fault money long, cut it
I don't need a fucking goal
All my money long, who the fuck invited me?
I got to the party, then I leave money long
I am just like Steve Nash
Because I'm dropping dimes
Money long, man I do the crimes
I don't do no time
I've been killing these haters
Since like never
I don't really have many haters, I'm
Just changing like the weather, fuck it
I don't even got a backpack
I just go with the snapback
Looking like a motherfucking flapjack
Give a fuck if the rappers get the bap back
Give a fuck if I got the game on my Snapchat
Fuck, I got that Snapcash money long, cut it
Man you better take a backpack
Better take it back to the back
On the top of the track
I react real fast when
These rappers are trash fuck it up
Man I've always been a runner up
Never been first place in anything
Everything I fucking do is kinda trash
But it's all good
Money long, cut it down man
I don't really fuck with anyone if
They don't fuck with Wu Tang
I'm just kidding, we're all love
Money long, cut it down
I had to read a book about
Fighting crimes and writing rhymes
Back when I couldn't write
Now my right is at the dime
Man I transform like Optimus Prime at
The drop of the dime
Man these rappers, they just lies fuck it
Look, look
Strictly off the dome, everything I do is
Search me up on Google Chrome man
Lu tangbandcampcom has like four views
In the past four years
My money so damn fucking trash
I don't got a lot of cash
I do this shit in my fucking sleep man
RIP to Johnny Cash
And RIP to Prince, David Bowie
And Craig Sager
I killed the fucking game man
RIP to Phife Dawg
I don't know how it's gonna be the same man
A Tribe Called Quest is the best
These rappers hungry like Budapest
Killed them haters man, put them in a chest
X marks the spot, but you are pretty trash
(aye)
I don't even know why I'm doing this shit
Man it's pretty terrible (aye)
I'm viciously killing them all, like Sid
I don't know variables (aye)
I don't even know why I pick up the mic
But I gotta keep going (aye)
Close to overflowing man
Like a fucking dead fish
Tangy boi, I'm the bestest (aye)
Kill the game, murder it
You should invest in it