[Vivienne Westwood]
Say what? (What? What?)
EMOTIONS (EMOTIONS, nigga, what?)
EMOTIONS
R.I.P. Vivi', I miss you, yee
R.I.P. Vivi', I miss you, yee (Say what?)
Seditionary tee (Say what?), I put it on, yeah (Say what?)
Yes, I need that pussy (Pussy), come put it on me (Pussy)
I need pussy (Woo-hoo), come put it on me (Woo-hoo)
Me and Patrick just got pulled over (Fuck)
Me and Patrick fuckin' two hoes, ride 'round that bitch like a stroller (What?)
That pussy-ass nigga need a stylist, he not a Barbie, he is a poser
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of these niggas 'fore me, I got older (What?)
I got older, I know I'm the biggest now, yeah, that what I said to my momma
Told my manager, I need promethazine, I got a mad cough
I dropped B4EMOTIONS, I went up, shawty, I took off
I was in a room with shorty, I think he think that I'm soft, but I'm not
I'm tryna play my cards right on these pussy twats (What? Woo)
I see my opp, I run in his house (What?), damn, I feel like SWAT
I'm smokin' this dope, I feel like they know, bitch, I'm smokin' this pot
Copped my black truck, I bought that bitch and I skrrt off the lot (What?)
R.I.P. Vivi' (What?), I miss you, yee (Say what?)
Seditionary tee (Say what?), I put it on, yee (Say what?)
Yes, I need that pussy (Pussy), come put it on me (Pussy)
I need pussy (Woo-hoo), come put it on me (Woo-hoo)
All the bad bitches unite (Unite, ayy)
At the Sunset Marquis with your wife (Say what?)
On my vamp shit, I only pop out at night, shit
I'm on my Future shit with this ho, turn on the lights, yeah (Say what?)
I need my shades, I cannot see (What?)
Ride 'round town and I fuck on this freak (What?)
This lil' bitch wet, yeah, she cannot deceive (What?)
I came for that pussy, that motherfucker reek (What?)
Ain't talk 'bout the sauce, but a nigga elite (What?)
I got me a mil', I ain't talkin' 'bout Meek (Woo-hoo)
I got this shit all on my tee (Woo-hoo)
Beat this shit, R.I.P. Vivi' (Woo-hoo)
R.I.P. Vivi' (Turn up my voice)
R.I.P. Vivi' (Open the mosh pit)
R.I.P. Vivi' (One, one, two, three, ah), okay
What? What? What?
Say what? (What?)
Say what? (Say what? What?)
Say what? (Say what?)
Say what? (Woo-hoo, ah)
Say what? (One, two, three, let's go)
Say what? What? What? What?
[RIP]
(Man, it's Lil' Slaq and you fuckin' with Bella, nigga)
Hold up, I'm in the club, we got Glocks, huh
In the studio with these opps, woah
I'm in this bitch with these opps
I'm in this bitch with these opps, shit (Say what?)
I'm in this bitch with these Glocks (Bitch, what?)
I see a brain, I got a mop (Nigga gon' flick)
Seein' your brain, I got a mop (I don't give a fuck, nigga)
My OG called, I gotta drop (What?)
My OG called, I gotta drop (What? Woo-hoo, bitch)
Yeah (Woo-hoo), these niggas wait 'til I drop (Let's go)
They ready to bite when I drop, bitch (Let's go)
On my Boy Barbie shit (Say what?), I'm pretty, these niggas ugly (Right now)
I had to call your bitch, shh, yeah, she wanna fuck me (Nigga, what?)
Can't get to that nigga, so I put a rat on his cousin (Say what?)
My brother Apollo, so I'm bangin' Blood, I suicide my damn buzz, woah
Shoutout my bitch, you run up on me, you takin' a risk (Pussy)
Pull up on your bitch, I beat on that pussy, yeah, it's sick (Skrrt)
I got the racks, know I can put up shit on my wrist (Ra-ra-racks)
Your brother a pussy, he a scaredy cat, nigga gon' hiss (This boy is a pussy)
I'm in this bitch with these opps, shit (Say what?)
I'm in this bitch with these Glocks (Bitch, what?)
I see a brain, I got a mop (Nigga gon' flick)
Seein' your brain, I got a mop (I don't give a fuck, nigga)
My OG called, I gotta drop (What?)
My OG called, I gotta drop (What? Woo-hoo, bitch)
Yeah (Woo-hoo), these niggas wait 'til I drop (Let's go)
They ready to bite when I drop, bitch (Let's go)
Hold on, listen to me, bro (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo)
I create real chaos, I'm punk, you a poser, boy (Nigga, what?)
Put dick in your bitch mouth, this bitch chokin', boy (Say what?)
Talkin' crazy, talkin' 'bout you gon' do that, you ain't even on that boy (You ain't on shit, you ain't on shit, you ain't on shit, fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
I pull up to the studio, I'm lit, I'm lit, I'm fried (Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout, yee)
These niggas playin' with me, I'll kill his shit (Say what?)
On Murda, on Five (On Murda, bitch)
On Murda, on Murda, on Five (Blitt, blitt)
On Murda, on Murda, I'm Five (Blitt, blitt)
On Murda, on Murda (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
R.I.P., man, on Murda, on Murda
Say what? (Say what?)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, what?)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo)
EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS, EMOTIONS (Woo-hoo, woo-hoo)
Say what?
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