Tag: Fruit Loops


Tru Life – Last Night (feat. Future)


[Intro: Future]
Yeah, yeah
Tru told me like, "Pluto, nigga, you abnormal, nigga"
I sound abnormal
They don’t have no clue what mothafuckin’ happened
Burn this bitch down
Land a jet like anywhere, know what I’m sayin’?
Streets love us (Myles William)
Yeah!

[Chorus: Future]
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Last night they caught a body (ah!)
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Last night he caught a body

[Verse 1: Tru Life]
I don’t need no extendo, 1 shot to the mind (blat)
I get even with odd numbers, 357’s and 9’s
Mogul Tree, Freebandz chain, I’m down to die for that shine
40 Madison, gang gang outside of Crown Fried (bang)
Tru-Tru in the blue coupe runnin’ choo choo on your new new
Dog her out like Blue’s Clues, doggystyle like woof woof
Rosé in my Fruit Loops, hard time, and I did that
Came home, niggas still pussy, came to take my shit back
Trap, trap, trap, I peel this wing off at the red light
I ain’t fuck her but I know just what her head like
Uh, I’m actin’ crazy in the club again
Blew a bag on Aces like I ran off on the plug again
Chain shoppin’ in the club, lames better tuck ’em in
100 hoes at the door, tell a homie, "buzz ’em in" (buzz ’em in!)
If you a real hustler, I recruit ya
But if Future don’t trust ya, I’ma shoot ya
Blat, blat, blat!

[Chorus: Future]
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Last night they caught a body (ah!)
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Last night he caught a body

[Verse 2: Future]
Boom boom to the moon moon
Got goon-goons on shrooms
In the night, nigga, in the noon
Nigga, pop pop like balloon
And I’m stuffed up, nigga, I’m drugged up
Shoot it up and then zoom
Ain’t no cuffin’ hoes, ain’t no cuffin’, ho
We so quick to let ’em loose
100 shots, let ’em loose
100 goons, let ’em loose
Get the tool, let it loose
Let it loose, let ’em loose
You know the work don’t lose
You know my niggas don’t lose
You know a nigga got juice, I already had juice
Know a nigga got proof, y’know a nigga gotta prove
I already had juice, I already had juice, yeah

[Chorus: Future]
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (woo)
Last week they robbed the plug (woo)
Last night he caught a body (ah!)
Last night they caught a body (ah!)
Last night he caught a body

[Outro: DJ Clue]
They said it’s gon’ be a storm
It’s that desert talk
Mogul Tree Mafiosi, Freebandz be the gang
Brrrrrrrat!


Joyner Lucas – Tapdance letras

October 15, 2016

Lyrics

Comments Off on Joyner Lucas – Tapdance letras


[Hook 1]
This that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Nigga, look what you did, I’m asking
Bitch, I’m a half-black assassin

[Verse 1]
Better grab your gats and blast them
Ain’t none of y’all bastards have hands
Ain’t none of y’all cats are scratching
And y’all move like Action Jackson
And I’m more like Captain Savage
With no black on black [?] madness
Bitch, y’all back on crack like crackheads
With no platinum plaques or passion
But, nigga, fuck all that, I’m a pilot
High up all over your conscience
And drive up all over your ‘partments
And pile up all over your closet
I wind up all over your side bitch
Time’s up, could’ve been in that clock
With my luck, I’ll never be on that hot list
And I never had love for no dry snitch
Okay, I grew up in the projects
You come around and everyone in your pockets
You never gonna really know who they watching
Take everything and they gon’ leave with your wallet
I bet you never gon’ believe that we poppin’
Take a nigga [?] when they starving
You never knew that I’d be in their Top 10
Like, God damn
Hol’ up

[Hook 2]
This that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Yo, look what you did, I’m asking
Bitch, I’m a half-black assassin

[Verse 2]
Let’s keep it G like “Who knew?”
I’mma get that love and poom-poom
That sucky-sucky, wushu
That gushy-gushy, choo-choo
When I come deep, if I choose to
‘Cause I love beef, and you fufu
Put that lunch meat in my soup, too
Put your front teeth in my Fruit Loops
And I told them, “This that new-new”
And all your tracks is boo-boo
Yeah, this that platinum whoo-whoo
We don’t do platinum FUBU
Better call back-up and move, too
Move soon, or niggas gon move you
Who you? Them dudes is cuckoo
Cocoa Puffs and some fruit juice
I got Netflix and Hulu
Hit up your ex-bitch on OoVoo
Tell her get dressed and then move through
Then I get naked as [?]
Record that shit on Google
Upload that shit to YouTube
After I send it to her, I send that shit to you, too

[Hook 3]
Yeah, this that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you and your clique, what happened
Yo, look what you did, I’m asking
Bitch, I’m a half-black assassin

[Verse 3]
Better grab your gats and blast them
Ain’t none of y’all bastards have hands
Ain’t none of y’all cats are scratching
And y’all move like Action Jackson
But I’m more like Captain Savage
With no black on black [?] madness
Bitch, y’all back on crack like crackheads
Got no platinum plaques or passion
Fuck that shit, I’mma go hard
I’mma go hard, like I’mma go raw
Then we gon see
I told Chi-Money put your money on me
I told Boi-1da, “I wonder how long it’ll take for these rap niggas [?]”
I’mma tell y’all like niggas told me
“Cash rules everything amongst everything, but what’s everything with no peace?”
Fuck the police, hands up in your face
I’m an ice cube with a N.W.A
I don’t like you, and I will fuck up your day
And I heard shit gets real up in L.A
I just hope I make it home by five
Cross my heart, bitch, I hope y’all die
And y’all don’t see shit through both my eyes
Oh, my God, this that shit that’ll make me tap dance
All over your crib, then backhand
Both you and your bitch, then crash land
On my alien ship, then stack bands
I get it in quick, I’m laughing
At you..
And you..
And you..




Recent Posts