Tekst piosenki Slay3r
[Verse 1]
Everywhere I go, I get paper (What?)
Everywhere I go, I get paper (What? Slatt, slatt)
I'm a rockstar, I could've joined Slayer
Got the drum in the car, that bitch a slayer (Slayer, slayer, slayer, slayer)
Get put in a box for fuckin' with a player (What?), yeah
AR in the box, it came with a laser (What?), yeah
I don't cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah)
I fuck on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur, yeah
I go wild on that bitch, yeah, just like a blazer (What?), yeah
Can't start with the bitch, I link anothеr one later (What?)
[Chorus]
I gotta get it togеther (You dig)
I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (Yeah)
Slide through the hood, yeah (Yeah)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Whole lotta model shit (What?)
Whole lotta model, whole lotta model shit (Yeah)
Whole lotta model shit (What?)
Whole lotta model, whole lotta model shit (Yeah)
Whole lotta model shit
Whole lotta model, whole lotta model shit (Slatt)
Whole lotta model shit
Whole lotta model, whole lotta model shit (Yeah)
Whole lotta model shit (What? Let's go, let's go)
Whole lotta model shit (What? Let's go, let's go)
Whole lotta model shit
Whole lotta model shit
Whole lotta model, whole lotta model shit
[Verse 2]
I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest
Sellin' cocaine just like the 80's
I caught a body and went on vacation
She suckin' my dick, I was on PlayStation (Woo, woo)
I ride in a demon, I took off, I'm racin'
I ride in a demon, I feel like I'm Satan (Woo, woo)
I'm fuckin' these bitches, I'm fuckin' these bitches
I gave her some money to put in her safe (Woo, woo)
I popped me a molly and now I feel faded
Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Woo, woo)
This nigga tried me and none of them hatin' (Yeah, yeah)
I'm fuckin' this bitch, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo)
[Chorus]
I gotta get it together (You dig)
I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (Yeah)
Slide through the hood, yeah (Yeah)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
Whole lotta model shit (What?)
Whole lotta model, whole lotta model shit (Yeah)
Whole lotta model shit (What?)
Whole lotta model, whole lotta model shit (Yeah)
Whole lotta model shit
Whole lotta model, whole lotta model shit (Slatt)
Whole lotta model shit
Whole lotta model, whole lotta model shit (Yeah)
Whole lotta model shit (What? Let's go, let's go)
Whole lotta model shit (What? Let's go, let's go)
Whole lotta model shit
Whole lotta model shit
Whole lotta model, whole lotta model shit
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