Paul Wall, Rittz - Feet Up lyrics
[Paul Wall, Rittz - Feet Up lyrics]
This shit should be against the law
For me to be this raw
I wonder who's keeping score
My pinky ring lookin' like it needs dethawed
Drinking Jim Beam PBR i think she caught
Eye contact recognized I rap
Now she's in awe
My pressure might take your breath away
She need CPR cNT from the GC, we dem boys
Some rap some keep that soft
Got the weed, got the speed, we got that boy
Jays talking with the geeked up jaw
Got a glee 44 off in the glove box
Cocked if somebody on my team get robbed
We gon' leave this apartment looking
Like a horror flick
Party like a scene from SAW
Mise en place, everything in place
Funny how much money that my ink pen made
From New Zealand to England
They scream my name
I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm kingpin paid
Pussy pig skin pink and she
Keep her thing thing shaved
But her face really not that attractive
Tried to snort up all the blow
I'ma tell her go 'Cause she got a nose like
A shop vac attachment
Fuck a ho with my gold chain on
Sock hat and glasses
Soap opera actor, no far from it
Let the bitch ride, I don’t need carpoolin
She did kind of swallow and start gargling
Why you gotta throw salt, y’all talk too much
Can’t dodge bullets, no Keanu Reeves
You make believe like Apollo Creed
Somebody put the crown on me
Cuz I’ve been living like a king
I got my feet up
Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater
You know we strappin
I don’t pay attention to your mean mugs
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can not
Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug
Couple bitches in the bathroom
Doing key bumps
They going in and all around the
World and I receive love
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can’t, bitch
Should have known I fuck a story
On the mic like Conan
I stretch you out like a Trojan man
Who the fuck said you my broham
Somebody call the animal control on him
Like a Doberman bit his owner’s hand
On the road with the dopest fans
I can tell you wanna grow like a coca plant
I done fucked that bitch
But we don’t hold hands
Your new girlfriend is an old romance
You can have that bitch I can’t
Remember that much about the times we fucked
But, I know that she don’t
Suck dick that great
Man I wish you luck, got the pistol tucked
In a midnight Chevy Colorado
Long hair hangin’ out the beanie
People see me and they say
I’m like a fatter Polamalu
Get your head cracked like a half an avocado
Split wide
Homies can not have you in their household
Zip tie
Talking shit I’ll run into your mouse hole
Bitch, I rest in peace, speaker?
Homie hit me up in heaven now
And they proud sayin’ Rittz still spazzin
Made another independent biz transaction
Sitting in the crib with a bitch
Bout to hit this dab rig
I’ve been living like a king
I got my feet up
Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater
You know we strappin
I don’t pay attention to your mean mugs
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can not
Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug
Couple bitches in the bathroom
Doing key bumps
They going in and all around the
World and I receive love
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can’t, bitch
Some people real good at getting cake
Other people real good at being snakes
I’m trying to accumulate all that I can make
I don’t take breaks, gotta hit the brakes
I don’t associate with fakes
Why you caught up in the hate, I’ma shake
Gotta push up like weights
I got red paint with gold flakes
Gotta watch out for these flakes
Got big tape, that’s red tape
I want the head, not the headache
I go and get it, fuck fate
I’m true to the game, I won’t forsake
All day and all dates, the grind comes first
I’m trying to get me three commas
And avoid that hearse
Be dead or dead broke I
Don’t know what’s worse
So kill the converse, I’m back on the search
Paul Wall baby
I’ve been living like a king
I got my feet up
Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater
You know we strappin
I don’t pay attention to your mean mugs
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can not
Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug
Couple bitches in the bathroom
Doing key bumps
They going in and all around the
World and I receive love
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can’t, bitch
For me to be this raw
I wonder who's keeping score
My pinky ring lookin' like it needs dethawed
Drinking Jim Beam PBR i think she caught
Eye contact recognized I rap
Now she's in awe
My pressure might take your breath away
She need CPR cNT from the GC, we dem boys
Some rap some keep that soft
Got the weed, got the speed, we got that boy
Jays talking with the geeked up jaw
Got a glee 44 off in the glove box
Cocked if somebody on my team get robbed
We gon' leave this apartment looking
Like a horror flick
Party like a scene from SAW
Mise en place, everything in place
Funny how much money that my ink pen made
From New Zealand to England
They scream my name
I ain't stoppin' 'til I'm kingpin paid
Pussy pig skin pink and she
Keep her thing thing shaved
But her face really not that attractive
Tried to snort up all the blow
I'ma tell her go 'Cause she got a nose like
A shop vac attachment
Fuck a ho with my gold chain on
Sock hat and glasses
Soap opera actor, no far from it
Let the bitch ride, I don’t need carpoolin
She did kind of swallow and start gargling
Why you gotta throw salt, y’all talk too much
Can’t dodge bullets, no Keanu Reeves
You make believe like Apollo Creed
Somebody put the crown on me
Cuz I’ve been living like a king
I got my feet up
Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater
You know we strappin
I don’t pay attention to your mean mugs
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can not
Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug
Couple bitches in the bathroom
Doing key bumps
They going in and all around the
World and I receive love
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can’t, bitch
Should have known I fuck a story
On the mic like Conan
I stretch you out like a Trojan man
Who the fuck said you my broham
Somebody call the animal control on him
Like a Doberman bit his owner’s hand
On the road with the dopest fans
I can tell you wanna grow like a coca plant
I done fucked that bitch
But we don’t hold hands
Your new girlfriend is an old romance
You can have that bitch I can’t
Remember that much about the times we fucked
But, I know that she don’t
Suck dick that great
Man I wish you luck, got the pistol tucked
In a midnight Chevy Colorado
Long hair hangin’ out the beanie
People see me and they say
I’m like a fatter Polamalu
Get your head cracked like a half an avocado
Split wide
Homies can not have you in their household
Zip tie
Talking shit I’ll run into your mouse hole
Bitch, I rest in peace, speaker?
Homie hit me up in heaven now
And they proud sayin’ Rittz still spazzin
Made another independent biz transaction
Sitting in the crib with a bitch
Bout to hit this dab rig
I’ve been living like a king
I got my feet up
Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater
You know we strappin
I don’t pay attention to your mean mugs
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can not
Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug
Couple bitches in the bathroom
Doing key bumps
They going in and all around the
World and I receive love
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can’t, bitch
Some people real good at getting cake
Other people real good at being snakes
I’m trying to accumulate all that I can make
I don’t take breaks, gotta hit the brakes
I don’t associate with fakes
Why you caught up in the hate, I’ma shake
Gotta push up like weights
I got red paint with gold flakes
Gotta watch out for these flakes
Got big tape, that’s red tape
I want the head, not the headache
I go and get it, fuck fate
I’m true to the game, I won’t forsake
All day and all dates, the grind comes first
I’m trying to get me three commas
And avoid that hearse
Be dead or dead broke I
Don’t know what’s worse
So kill the converse, I’m back on the search
Paul Wall baby
I’ve been living like a king
I got my feet up
Keep it peaceful but my homie got the heater
You know we strappin
I don’t pay attention to your mean mugs
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can not
Get my shit for free when I see my weed plug
Couple bitches in the bathroom
Doing key bumps
They going in and all around the
World and I receive love
CNT, I bet you wishin you could be us
You know you can’t, bitch
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