Patrick Polzin, Royce da 5'9", MC Don Juan, Young Slapz , Chris Millz - Ask Ya, Tell Ya, Make Ya lyrics
MC Don Juan [Matheus Wallace] São Paulo, Brasil
[Patrick Polzin, Royce da 5'9", MC Don Juan, Young Slapz , Chris Millz - Ask Ya, Tell Ya, Make Ya lyrics]
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
I don’t even have a car
So Imma ask you really nice
Give me the keys and I won’t break your arm
I’ll make ya
Say you got a girl well Imma take her
Get nasty in the back seat
Think I’m playing Imma break her no faking
I’m all truth when I’m spitting
It in the booth
Ripping your bitch ego into two, like deuces
Spliff hanging out the coupe
Want proof bitch? I’ll send
You straight to D12, rest in peace homey
I just gotta rep myself when
These motherfuckers call me phony blow me
Yeah all these cock suckers mind
As well be dead
‘Cause all their cock sucking
Blockbuster girlfriends in my bed
I’m not stopping
No octagons facing me with red
And yes I asked you, told you
Made you listen to the words I said
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya tell ya make ya
Once before I shake ya
Once before I break ya
I run it like the mayor
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya
That's how I make a hater respect me spot
My flow's sharper then a razor
Ask 'em, tell 'em, make 'em
You tell 'em bunch of fake stuff
Seeing through you windows like a
Curtain when it's raised up
Play tough, say what, they raise, bangers
Hammers hit you like a nail
You lucky if you wake up
Its Young Slapz
(uh) yeah, the boy flyer than a lear jet
Skigh high the clique but we
Ain't really there yet
Naw, man we ain't made it the top
But wen we do we ain't gone get
Like some balls and get dropped
Get flopped get paused
(get paused) or get stopped
God fueled me with this crack im
Trying to open up shop
Niggas asking if i got bars, bitch plenty
Im in the stu ripping while
Im sipping on some simply
Lemonade, oh mane, im trying to get paid
Come on the track sicker than some
Lung cancer mixed wit aids
Ask me tell me make me what
Hip-hop playing hard to get and
Im trying get cuffed fool
Not only am I the best nigga
In the whole motherfucking world
I'm the best when it comes to
Sticking ya chicken's kitten pearl
I got world rocker I call it the big dicker
I call you the cock blocker She
Calls you to get liquor
Hooving all ya reggies and you'll be
Lucky to just lick her
I be blowing kush in that bitch face
And then I go get face
And leave her face covered
In white shit "Scarface"
She sucking the whole entourage "Vinny Chase"
Ask her tell her make her I
Blow an O of jamaica
You got an O in ya bank and
You owe a teller to make up
I tell that tell her ma' if
You do ya make up
I might take you up on ya offer
Until then I'm ass fucking your daughter
Now lets talk about my pistol clip
If the gun is playing music then
The pistol clip’s the instrument
The soldier holdin’ on to
The fo-fo’s composing
The drummer’s brrrr, 7 6 2’s exploding
I am not indirect
I am so motherfuckin’ blunt
Pistol clip, pistol dick, bitch
I'm saying, you like
"Oh my God, get that gun out of my face"
It's not in your face, it's in my hand
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
I don’t even have a car
So Imma ask you really nice
Give me the keys and I won’t break your arm
I’ll make ya
Say you got a girl well Imma take her
Get nasty in the back seat
Think I’m playing Imma break her no faking
I’m all truth when I’m spitting
It in the booth
Ripping your bitch ego into two, like deuces
Spliff hanging out the coupe
Want proof bitch? I’ll send
You straight to D12, rest in peace homey
I just gotta rep myself when
These motherfuckers call me phony blow me
Yeah all these cock suckers mind
As well be dead
‘Cause all their cock sucking
Blockbuster girlfriends in my bed
I’m not stopping
No octagons facing me with red
And yes I asked you, told you
Made you listen to the words I said
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya
Don’t play with me boy, I’ll break ya
Ask ya tell ya make ya
Once before I shake ya
Once before I break ya
I run it like the mayor
Ask ya, tell ya, make ya
That's how I make a hater respect me spot
My flow's sharper then a razor
Ask 'em, tell 'em, make 'em
You tell 'em bunch of fake stuff
Seeing through you windows like a
Curtain when it's raised up
Play tough, say what, they raise, bangers
Hammers hit you like a nail
You lucky if you wake up
Its Young Slapz
(uh) yeah, the boy flyer than a lear jet
Skigh high the clique but we
Ain't really there yet
Naw, man we ain't made it the top
But wen we do we ain't gone get
Like some balls and get dropped
Get flopped get paused
(get paused) or get stopped
God fueled me with this crack im
Trying to open up shop
Niggas asking if i got bars, bitch plenty
Im in the stu ripping while
Im sipping on some simply
Lemonade, oh mane, im trying to get paid
Come on the track sicker than some
Lung cancer mixed wit aids
Ask me tell me make me what
Hip-hop playing hard to get and
Im trying get cuffed fool
Not only am I the best nigga
In the whole motherfucking world
I'm the best when it comes to
Sticking ya chicken's kitten pearl
I got world rocker I call it the big dicker
I call you the cock blocker She
Calls you to get liquor
Hooving all ya reggies and you'll be
Lucky to just lick her
I be blowing kush in that bitch face
And then I go get face
And leave her face covered
In white shit "Scarface"
She sucking the whole entourage "Vinny Chase"
Ask her tell her make her I
Blow an O of jamaica
You got an O in ya bank and
You owe a teller to make up
I tell that tell her ma' if
You do ya make up
I might take you up on ya offer
Until then I'm ass fucking your daughter
Now lets talk about my pistol clip
If the gun is playing music then
The pistol clip’s the instrument
The soldier holdin’ on to
The fo-fo’s composing
The drummer’s brrrr, 7 6 2’s exploding
I am not indirect
I am so motherfuckin’ blunt
Pistol clip, pistol dick, bitch
I'm saying, you like
"Oh my God, get that gun out of my face"
It's not in your face, it's in my hand