VIC MENSA, Chance The Rapper - Tweakin lyrics
[VIC MENSA, Chance The Rapper - Tweakin lyrics]
Yup saveMoney fuck nigga fuck shawty
HP, INANNET
You could you could hear my trunk
Bangin' hangin' out the windows
Swangin' down your block with the
Birdy in my lap you can hear my smoke
Burnin' loud I'm back to business
Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin'
And I think it's that weed got me
I'm tweakin'
Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin'
Pullin' donuts in the beam
Homie I'm tweakin'
Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
Sound like Ray J and Chris
Brown on Celebrity Deathmatch
Where the latter of the two
Get his neck slashed
Or slapping a paraplegic with
A pair of crutches or wiping my ass with
Rosie O'Donnell's mustache
I got Martha Stewart cooking yola
Molly in the cherry cola
Rub it on your areolas
She let me cactus the cat backwards
And vacuumed the seeds from out
Of my black backwood
I'm an author without the aardvark
Pull tricks like Card Shark
Thumbs up to the camera like Nardwuar
Warhol & a Narwhal in an ark
Park the yacht in the water hit
Your daughter in a smart car
Heart colder than body parts frozen in ice
Chopped the digit's leave the five
Fingers for the mics
Might pull a suicide mission and
Dip with the doors up
African elephants in my tour bus
You could you could hear my trunk
Bangin' hangin' out the windows
Swangin' down your block with the
Birdy in my lap you can hear my smoke
Burnin' loud I'm back to business
Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin'
And I think it's that weed got me
I'm tweakin'
Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin'
Pullin' donuts in the beam
Homie I'm tweakin'
Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
Where do babies come from? Porkin' the stork
Poorly parked pullin' into your
Porsche with a Ford
44 on the dash, put a dent in your door
Close your mouth
The witnesses never make it to court
Borderline stir crazy
Crepes and beignet that's tasty
Especially drippin' with liquid rabies
Rail a adderall pill and cook
Mushrooms in my gravy
Put a hit on every YouTube
Commenter who hates me I don't want to fight
I just want a quiet life and a nice
Little suburban place to cry at night
And an eye dropper filled to
The top with cyanide
So my psychiatrist dies soon as
She tries the Sprite
Sike! I love everyone! Goodnight
Thanks for having me
Hope your mom's not mad at me
At Penn State yellin', "Free Sandusky!"
Does he know what he's doin'? He's tweakin'
You could you could hear my trunk
Bangin' hangin' out the windows
Swangin' down your block with the
Birdy in my lap you can hear my smoke
Burnin' loud I'm back to business
Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin'
And I think it's that weed got me
I'm tweakin'
Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin'
Pullin' donuts in the beam
Homie I'm tweakin'
Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
I think the Illuminati is real
And your body's the peel and
Your soul is the fruit
And they goal is to steal
And control all the juice
I seen way too many pyramids
That's far from Khufu
Foofoo niggas out here snakin' on the reggo
You should ask a snake where it's legs go
But then again I'm smokin' on the medical
Got the white owl look like an egg roll
And that was Scooby snacks, Petco
I'm a lunatic belong inside a loony bin
I burned it down for you because I love you
Now I'm movin' in
Ooh a condominimum, condom in ya enema
Bumpin' Kanye like it just came out
No songs with Kendrick, we just hang out
They say a smart man looks like
A madman to a dumb man
But one manwait I'm tweakin'
You could you could hear my trunk
Bangin' hangin' out the windows
Swangin' down your block with the
Birdy in my lap you can hear my smoke
Burnin' loud I'm back to business
Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin'
And I think it's that weed got me
I'm tweakin'
Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin'
Pullin' donuts in the beam
Homie I'm tweakin'
Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump
Sippin' on a 40, smokin' on a blunt
Bust my gat the Internet didn't jump
La la la la la
Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump
Sippin' on a 40, smokin' on a blunt
Bust my gat the Internet didn't jump
La la la la la
HP, INANNET
You could you could hear my trunk
Bangin' hangin' out the windows
Swangin' down your block with the
Birdy in my lap you can hear my smoke
Burnin' loud I'm back to business
Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin'
And I think it's that weed got me
I'm tweakin'
Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin'
Pullin' donuts in the beam
Homie I'm tweakin'
Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
Sound like Ray J and Chris
Brown on Celebrity Deathmatch
Where the latter of the two
Get his neck slashed
Or slapping a paraplegic with
A pair of crutches or wiping my ass with
Rosie O'Donnell's mustache
I got Martha Stewart cooking yola
Molly in the cherry cola
Rub it on your areolas
She let me cactus the cat backwards
And vacuumed the seeds from out
Of my black backwood
I'm an author without the aardvark
Pull tricks like Card Shark
Thumbs up to the camera like Nardwuar
Warhol & a Narwhal in an ark
Park the yacht in the water hit
Your daughter in a smart car
Heart colder than body parts frozen in ice
Chopped the digit's leave the five
Fingers for the mics
Might pull a suicide mission and
Dip with the doors up
African elephants in my tour bus
You could you could hear my trunk
Bangin' hangin' out the windows
Swangin' down your block with the
Birdy in my lap you can hear my smoke
Burnin' loud I'm back to business
Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin'
And I think it's that weed got me
I'm tweakin'
Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin'
Pullin' donuts in the beam
Homie I'm tweakin'
Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
Where do babies come from? Porkin' the stork
Poorly parked pullin' into your
Porsche with a Ford
44 on the dash, put a dent in your door
Close your mouth
The witnesses never make it to court
Borderline stir crazy
Crepes and beignet that's tasty
Especially drippin' with liquid rabies
Rail a adderall pill and cook
Mushrooms in my gravy
Put a hit on every YouTube
Commenter who hates me I don't want to fight
I just want a quiet life and a nice
Little suburban place to cry at night
And an eye dropper filled to
The top with cyanide
So my psychiatrist dies soon as
She tries the Sprite
Sike! I love everyone! Goodnight
Thanks for having me
Hope your mom's not mad at me
At Penn State yellin', "Free Sandusky!"
Does he know what he's doin'? He's tweakin'
You could you could hear my trunk
Bangin' hangin' out the windows
Swangin' down your block with the
Birdy in my lap you can hear my smoke
Burnin' loud I'm back to business
Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin'
And I think it's that weed got me
I'm tweakin'
Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin'
Pullin' donuts in the beam
Homie I'm tweakin'
Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
I think the Illuminati is real
And your body's the peel and
Your soul is the fruit
And they goal is to steal
And control all the juice
I seen way too many pyramids
That's far from Khufu
Foofoo niggas out here snakin' on the reggo
You should ask a snake where it's legs go
But then again I'm smokin' on the medical
Got the white owl look like an egg roll
And that was Scooby snacks, Petco
I'm a lunatic belong inside a loony bin
I burned it down for you because I love you
Now I'm movin' in
Ooh a condominimum, condom in ya enema
Bumpin' Kanye like it just came out
No songs with Kendrick, we just hang out
They say a smart man looks like
A madman to a dumb man
But one manwait I'm tweakin'
You could you could hear my trunk
Bangin' hangin' out the windows
Swangin' down your block with the
Birdy in my lap you can hear my smoke
Burnin' loud I'm back to business
Early in the morn niggas-niggas still rollin'
And I think it's that weed got me
I'm tweakin'
Maybe that lean got me I'm tweakin'
Pullin' donuts in the beam
Homie I'm tweakin'
Bitch nigga you don't know me, stop tweakin'
Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump
Sippin' on a 40, smokin' on a blunt
Bust my gat the Internet didn't jump
La la la la la
Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump
Sippin' on a 40, smokin' on a blunt
Bust my gat the Internet didn't jump
La la la la la