Pac Div - Your Fucking Song lyrics
[Pac Div - Your Fucking Song lyrics]
Best stay out my fucking life
Ain’t nobody put me on
Bitches gotta say I’m right
Even if they know I’m wrong
Hurry up we gonna be late
Girl you take too fucking long
You ain’t gotta perpetrate you know
This your fucking song!
Peep, I grab the Fiji water
Then proceed to slaughter
All you teeny bopper, prima
Donnas, sweet vaginas, i promise
I swear you act just like virgins
You gonna need Madonna
The way I’m teaching this sermon
You gonna think Obama
It’s not a god idea to jump
In here and feed piranhas
You’ll be another statistic, my nigga
Freakanomics
We ain’t no back pack rap group
Just geeked on rhyming
I don’t read the dictionary
I just redefine it
Tell your bitch that she could grind it
Work it and I’ll be behind it
Goin' deep into your hymen
'bout to win another Heisman
She says she love to ride it
Well hop on it I'm the fucking pilot
Yeah, this is her favorite song
Just like this her favorite thong
Back then she said no to drugs
Now she's like let's hit the bong
I’ll be like you smoke too much
She’ll be like you joke too much
Turn your ass around and get your
Fingers in your toes to touch
Yeah, girl, you know what’s up
Keep her in the cobra clutch
Get so deep I'm on them guts
Beat it fast, slow it up nikon, Polaroid
I should take a photo boy
Cause, I be on that ass like that
Man who ride the polo horse
Polo shirt, polo shorts, polo canvas
Oh of course get it on them polo sheets
That’s why we call polo sports
Yeah, that’s my Atlantic girl
She look like a Fanta girl
Southern hospitality
I’m working on my manners, girl!
Big plans, y'all in quick sand
Nigga how you’re rolling?
Every second's history, all about the moment!
Sit when you’re pissed
We save all that fo' a woman
Blackin' out on niggas
Well I call that there the omen
Own it, Gone to Tacoma by the morning
Mouth piece like I'm on the
Corner fo' the hoein'
Out in south beach like I’m
Going to the hole and live nigga shit
Y'all just goin' through the motions
Woken, easy like a young Billy Ocean
Focus on my visions seen
The options really open
Niggas out of jail, no L's will be floating
Got an LA bitch but her ass really open
Posted, toasted, no going through emotions
Pulled her at the Coliseum
Had to use a trojan
Pull up then I gotta serve
Them all like the dopeman
You know how we’re rolling
We know what we’re holding!
Ain’t nobody put me on
Bitches gotta say I’m right
Even if they know I’m wrong
Hurry up we gonna be late
Girl you take too fucking long
You ain’t gotta perpetrate you know
This your fucking song!
Peep, I grab the Fiji water
Then proceed to slaughter
All you teeny bopper, prima
Donnas, sweet vaginas, i promise
I swear you act just like virgins
You gonna need Madonna
The way I’m teaching this sermon
You gonna think Obama
It’s not a god idea to jump
In here and feed piranhas
You’ll be another statistic, my nigga
Freakanomics
We ain’t no back pack rap group
Just geeked on rhyming
I don’t read the dictionary
I just redefine it
Tell your bitch that she could grind it
Work it and I’ll be behind it
Goin' deep into your hymen
'bout to win another Heisman
She says she love to ride it
Well hop on it I'm the fucking pilot
Yeah, this is her favorite song
Just like this her favorite thong
Back then she said no to drugs
Now she's like let's hit the bong
I’ll be like you smoke too much
She’ll be like you joke too much
Turn your ass around and get your
Fingers in your toes to touch
Yeah, girl, you know what’s up
Keep her in the cobra clutch
Get so deep I'm on them guts
Beat it fast, slow it up nikon, Polaroid
I should take a photo boy
Cause, I be on that ass like that
Man who ride the polo horse
Polo shirt, polo shorts, polo canvas
Oh of course get it on them polo sheets
That’s why we call polo sports
Yeah, that’s my Atlantic girl
She look like a Fanta girl
Southern hospitality
I’m working on my manners, girl!
Big plans, y'all in quick sand
Nigga how you’re rolling?
Every second's history, all about the moment!
Sit when you’re pissed
We save all that fo' a woman
Blackin' out on niggas
Well I call that there the omen
Own it, Gone to Tacoma by the morning
Mouth piece like I'm on the
Corner fo' the hoein'
Out in south beach like I’m
Going to the hole and live nigga shit
Y'all just goin' through the motions
Woken, easy like a young Billy Ocean
Focus on my visions seen
The options really open
Niggas out of jail, no L's will be floating
Got an LA bitch but her ass really open
Posted, toasted, no going through emotions
Pulled her at the Coliseum
Had to use a trojan
Pull up then I gotta serve
Them all like the dopeman
You know how we’re rolling
We know what we’re holding!