Текст песни Tattoos On Her Ass

Tatoos on her ass

Take one

Dame Grease, we got 'em baby

Got these niggaz

Got the whole game tryna take us down Al Pac

You know it's Vigilante Season man

Fuck this shit

So I'll just give you that wave

Shout to the Four Horsemen

Let's get 'em, uh

Hook:

Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced

(Too advanced)

How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands

(Fuck you do that, fucked up now)

When my songs come on, they do the dance

(Do the dance)

Bitches tattoo my name on they ass

Verse 1:

Yeah

The Vigilante Season is here, so buckle up

The Milli Vinilli killer, Chrissy, pucker up

Get ya lips wet, take ya dentures out, let me feel the gums

My DVDs be in the slums

Lookin' all good in my three-piece, got you niggaz speech weak

You bitch niggaz couldn't see me like cheap seats

Ridin' that white horse, slippin' that caine, need twelve steps

Squeeze at you niggaz till no shells left

Stop it son you not the shit, I'll pop a clip

Seen him on YouTube swappin' spit

What the fuck is that, that's some homo shit

I noticed it, did the Domain on some promo shit

That ain't even one third of the wave, I possess the fury

Send some wolves to get you for your jewelry

Ask 'em 'bout the boy, I'm a nuke myself

Played with the biscuits as a boy, and I never tried to shoot myself

Nigga that coke you sniffin' got you skimpy, come and get me

They gon' find ya like Pimp C

I don't give a fuck about your bullshit, best to show me where the money be

Nigga your only 23

Owww

Hook:

Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black

(Coupe is black)

And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash

Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that

She wanna tattoo my name on her ass

Verse 2:

Nigga I ain't trippin' off this shit

I'ma tool up, vroom up, time to hit tools up (Tools up?)

Yeah, time to hit Ben Bitty

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Need another swiggy, just pour me some Grand Cru

Got the Codeine, sour make the whores leave

More fiend, that's that shit I be slingin' out the back of the spaceship

Taste it, get you niggaz facelifts

Get you niggaz wasted, Bigga the better spar

Pay for your funeral on my debit card

Cop a pine box, you don't want that, baby

Niggaz on my dick, screamin' "Wavy"

Try to do a splash, now cyclones

They told me Batista, you Roddy Rowdy Piper, E's got you hyper

Nigga stop poppin' those percocets, make me hurt the set

They make me wanna squirt the Tech

Owww

Hook:

Well she touched in Miami, while you was doin' tracks

(Doin' tracks)

She even gave me couple bucks out ya stash

She said it taste like pastry, what type of fruits is that

(What type fruits is that)

She wanna tattoo my name on her ass

Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced

(Too advanced)

How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands

(Fuck you do that)

When my songs come on, they do the dance

(Do the dance)

Bitches tattoo my name on they ass

Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black

(Coupe is black)

And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash

Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that

She wanna tattoo my name on her ass

Freaky bitch, yeah

Need a nice outro for this one

Ain't gotta say much

Vigilante Season, ya know

Boss Don Biggavel'

Dame Grease

Four Horsemen baby, yeah

Got bottles of that Grand Cru

Ya know the industry, comin' for my head

All these niggaz talkin' greasy 'bout the boy

Let's let the music speak for itself, ya know

Lil' coke head niggaz runnin' round the game

Poppin' them percs, shrooms

Fuck wit' ya boy bitch

The Boss Don, oww

Gotta love it

Gain Greene, yeah

That's it, huh

{Max B laughs}