Zelooperz - Arugula lyrics
[Zelooperz - Arugula lyrics]
Money coming from the MT
Green spitting out the MTA
It be coming out arugula
White hoes screamin' at the
Stage like yer tubular turnt all my J's to
Clientele 'cause I'm exuberant
If he told me that I need a scale
I don’t know who I am
Eatin' mushrooms on the block
With my killer can
Too tall to stand in this bitch
He broke the ceiling fan
Ain't thinking bout the tab, baby, who mad?
Get to some pape' with your cool ass
Mop mop mop, if I had to spray a chop
You gon' loosen up
Ain't thinking bout the shit
You thinking bout, you ain't used to us
Fuck you tahm bout
Bit' got a problem then iron it out
Bitch don't know my name
You better call me king or just sound it out
I'ma pass out paint to everybody
That come round this roundabout
And if I don't know your budgеt, baby
Best believе I'm gonna find it out
Got a pretty little bitch that's chimin' in
Got an ugly little hoe that's chimin' out
I be looking so good I
Forgot what that sound about
Thought a nigga left but nah
He just went to the liquor store
Thought she gettin' her pass that
Hoe a Corona though
"You 'posed to do dis for me!" Hoe
Slow your roll
Acting like you know something
'bout me, bitch, you ain't been here before
Bitches broke down bad
Had to go and reassemble a hoe
Got my toolbox, I'ma gon' head and tinker hoe
E-40 and his baby sister
Had the sprinkle on 'em
And she said she love all my songs
I hit my jingles on her
Every time I do what I love
I get butterflies
Feelin' like Frankenstein
Lighting bolt that make me come alive
Fluff, pull up baby girl
We bout to go to work go girl
It's your world but you
Better show your worth
All my niggas got style for days
You know we been berserk
They been got on the Prada
Shades off a braindead shirt
Bill nine hundred dollars in here
We ain't get dessert
Ain't even add the tip on there
But it was worth it
Break a bitch back, she reimbursing
King like he Xerses, all your verses cursing
All your verses written in cursive
All your verses written in
Digital de blackberry
How you tough on the net
In real life you act scared?
Come here little bitch
Let me pop that cherry
Sasquatch, yeti, boy I ain't that hairy
Uh, Westwood on my ring but I ain't married
Hoes and prose with my niggas
Sharing is caring
Little bitch trying to act tough with me
Your life ain't daring
I was on the block with killers and fiends
Your life ain't barbaric
They ain't gon' miss you til' you gone
Now they wanna treat you like a tribute
Being broke ain't a joke ain't shit cute
Being broke ain't a joke
Baby girl, ain't shit cute
Green spitting out the MTA
It be coming out arugula
White hoes screamin' at the
Stage like yer tubular turnt all my J's to
Clientele 'cause I'm exuberant
If he told me that I need a scale
I don’t know who I am
Eatin' mushrooms on the block
With my killer can
Too tall to stand in this bitch
He broke the ceiling fan
Ain't thinking bout the tab, baby, who mad?
Get to some pape' with your cool ass
Mop mop mop, if I had to spray a chop
You gon' loosen up
Ain't thinking bout the shit
You thinking bout, you ain't used to us
Fuck you tahm bout
Bit' got a problem then iron it out
Bitch don't know my name
You better call me king or just sound it out
I'ma pass out paint to everybody
That come round this roundabout
And if I don't know your budgеt, baby
Best believе I'm gonna find it out
Got a pretty little bitch that's chimin' in
Got an ugly little hoe that's chimin' out
I be looking so good I
Forgot what that sound about
Thought a nigga left but nah
He just went to the liquor store
Thought she gettin' her pass that
Hoe a Corona though
"You 'posed to do dis for me!" Hoe
Slow your roll
Acting like you know something
'bout me, bitch, you ain't been here before
Bitches broke down bad
Had to go and reassemble a hoe
Got my toolbox, I'ma gon' head and tinker hoe
E-40 and his baby sister
Had the sprinkle on 'em
And she said she love all my songs
I hit my jingles on her
Every time I do what I love
I get butterflies
Feelin' like Frankenstein
Lighting bolt that make me come alive
Fluff, pull up baby girl
We bout to go to work go girl
It's your world but you
Better show your worth
All my niggas got style for days
You know we been berserk
They been got on the Prada
Shades off a braindead shirt
Bill nine hundred dollars in here
We ain't get dessert
Ain't even add the tip on there
But it was worth it
Break a bitch back, she reimbursing
King like he Xerses, all your verses cursing
All your verses written in cursive
All your verses written in
Digital de blackberry
How you tough on the net
In real life you act scared?
Come here little bitch
Let me pop that cherry
Sasquatch, yeti, boy I ain't that hairy
Uh, Westwood on my ring but I ain't married
Hoes and prose with my niggas
Sharing is caring
Little bitch trying to act tough with me
Your life ain't daring
I was on the block with killers and fiends
Your life ain't barbaric
They ain't gon' miss you til' you gone
Now they wanna treat you like a tribute
Being broke ain't a joke ain't shit cute
Being broke ain't a joke
Baby girl, ain't shit cute