歌词
Woo
Uh
Uh, uh, uh, oo-ay
Mike WiLL Made-It (Ear Drummers)
Cut the chase, I wanna nut in this place (and what?)
And I know she liked a nigga taste, I can see it in her face
Now don't make me a cute little Christian, I don't feel like Ma$e
Right 'fore a nigga step inside the house, got my messages erased (sure 'nough)
I ain't tryna roll no dice, I just wan' make it right (make it right)
When I fuck her I'ma turn her, turn her over
Turn her, turn her like Ike
I'm on the burner, on the burner, still concerned her
Shit ain't straight like a perm, bruh (no way)
Or, or nothin'
Mortified, I need a Pope, need a coroner, or something
Better yet, watch the pacifier
Pacifier, pacifier
Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier
Shake your rumidi bum bum
Bleed the block, bleed the rock
Bleed the bomboclaot rock, bleed the cops
Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed
Bad lil' bitch with some bad lil' tits
Need to put a little hip in it
Damn, climbing up the pole because she put a little split in it
If I whip the dope up I'ma put a little whip in it
When I whip the dope, I'm lookin' to break my wrist the way I'm spinnin' it
Got a bad little date, swear to God I got a bad little date
Young Thugger Scrappy!? Okay!
Bought the little bitch a black mink like George of the Jungle, because she's an ape
And I don't care none what they say, I eat that dinner plate (ooh!)
Nigga hotter than the summer, still catch a player in the street
I'ma catch your momma, then I might just fuck your momma
All because I made jam of the week
MTV young livin', stop that like they stop my digits
For, for odd reason I never end up weak
I sell Miley Cyrus, ain't no meeting Miley Cyrus
You get Miley Cyrus can't eat nothing for weeks
So pass me a molly, no, a pacifier
Pacifier, pacifier
Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier
Shake your rumidi bum bum
Bleed the block, bleed the rock
Bleed the bomboclaot rock, bleed the cops
Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed
How the hell they got me lean
Nigga livin' life so fabulous, a prophecy
I don't ball for decoration, bitch, I'm tryna eat
Niggas sit inside the trenches, all my couches bleed
All the niggas diamonds going dumb like I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger
Nah, it ain't Drake, but my community gated (yeah)
Niggas fallin' off cause they communities hated (yeah)
But the community wouldn't be hatin' if they were atin' (oh wait)
Oops I mean eatin' (oops)
My niggas eat for no reason, they feast for no reason
I do not got on no mink but I'm beastin'
I swear to God, bitch, I'm beastin' (lil bitch, I'm beastin'!)
And I'ma pull up in the 911
Then I'm pullin' back up in the Drophead
Make her drop pants, make the bitches drop dead
When it come to this shit, I'm a pro, no Ked
Drinkin' on this Easter pink, I feel like an egg
Attracted to these drugs, I feel like a fuckin' fed
And I know you ain't 'bout that, but I'm 'bout that
Where the fuck the Sprite at?
It's a baby bottle, not a pacifier
Pacifier, pacifier
Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier
Shake your rumidi bum bum
Bleed the block, bleed the rock
Bleed the bomboclaotrock, bleed the cops
Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed
The streets ain't ready, yeah (ah)
All your bitches want a piece of me (sure 'nough)
I swear to God these hoes want a piece of mink (turn up)
Ooo, nigga wanna think he want piece of me
No, you don't want a piece
You not ready, you need you a pacifier, nigga
Hey, you need a pacifier
Pacifier, pacifier
Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier
You gon' need a pacifier
Pacifier, pacifier
