OFWGKTA - rella - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]

I f-cked this flow

This is my electronic press kit

Uh huh it’s some fresh shit

Nigga recollect bitch

Grow grey hairs, don’t stress it

I text message, messages to f-ck in estrogen

She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans

Cause I never am purchasing

Reimbursing your currency

Put your body on the

To work the street, I hurt the streets

Heard she sweet, she hershey’s sweet

But me I’m extravagent

Hop on the bandwagon kid

I’m about to tell you some tragic shit

The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw

Bitchs… my draws like you.. my draws, nigga my d!ck’s in her jaw

I’m Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don’t dabble with the apple

Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple

F-ck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle

Nigga, Genghis Khan mention, Marilyn Manson

Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]

Suicide watch nigga

Kill yourself

Oposition who?

Nigga reveal yourself

How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?

Splinter cell creepin in this b!tch, you couldn’t feel the stealth

Wolves are prowling, hunger at it’s f-cking best

I’m a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest

Please let me flex, I’m going off I need some f-ckin’ bread

Drugs are green, my b!tches white and tonight I need f-ckin’ head

Excuse our swag, I’m tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig

Fresh to death then I guess we living like the living dead

Oh shit yo b!tch, look at how I’m doing you

B!tches on my d!ck but look at me I’m f-cking beautiful

Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews is why this so cool? you niggas are so unusual

Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to

Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops

[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]

The fortress is fortified (b!tch)

Money in my pockets like I’m forty-five

Hodgy beats recording live

B!tch I be surely high

And I don’t need wings to fly

I’m the air with the pigs

Left Brain, Domo Genesis

[Tyler The Creator]

Knock, knock

Whos’ there?

It’s me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my d!ck

I killed that p-ssy and grabbed that knife

Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (nigga you’re a liar)

Nigga don’t believe me, kiss your lady

And where you gonna get those heebie jeebies?

Nigga my d!ck stay ?

I make it look easy

Fifty-one fifty, I’m off the heezy

[You ain't got no f-ckin' Yeezy? 5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no f-ckin' yeezy? I betchu got some J-Kwon. You ain't got no f-ckin yeezy?]

Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I’m f-ckin’ Looney

See these girls talkin’ all that shit (what?)

I’m jsut tryna see some tits (what?)

Let’s get it poppin’ like, MC Lyte, around some dykes

Out this bitch like hokus pokus

And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles

And met up with bitches, gave ‘em cum on their dimples

Then my d!ck went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo

Now my d!ck’s longer than a 5 door limo

Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo

On PCP and cilantro, when I’m with your bitch im like

Where my d!ck doe?

Now she think I’m bout to eat her hole

Encho and lada, I gotta lotta that Preme and I’m paying nada

It seems tha I’m product placement but not I’m just f-ckin’ awesome

Yo mama look like a ugly, loser