Empanadas - Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist
[00:00.289] 作曲 : Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist
[00:00.579][Intro]
[00:01.968]Yeah, yeah
[00:03.320]Yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:10.437]Yeah, yeah uh
[00:14.678]Uh, check, check
[00:15.591]Yeah, as I cruise
[00:19.442]On my '68 in my '72s
[00:23.496]Blue suede shoes
[00:26.155]Benz seats, still
[00:29.712]Make a bitch pat her feet (Believe me)
[00:31.699]To the concrete
[00:33.684]Yeah, yeah, uh
[00:34.794]Uh, hit me, uh, hit me
[00:36.237]
[00:36.427][Verse]
[00:36.833]Ayy, yo, for-sheezy
[00:38.151]Nigga, that ho was thick, that bitch was greasy, believe me
[00:41.280]Bitches be always tryin' to Billie Jean me, Waikiki
[00:44.695]Took these hoes on trips, came through too blingy, she clingy (Yeah)
[00:47.949]I don't like ****in' hoes in the snow, 84 degrees me (Woo)
[00:50.724]I'm posted in Nicaragua with Tasha, that bitch a rider
[00:53.756]She don't want shit but dick and a couple dollars so I supplied her
[00:56.940]Treat that ho like Henry Hill, got 'em mixin' and sniffin' powder, uh
[01:00.775]I gotta go home, my baby mama makin' empanadas
[01:04.147]Gracias, de nada, I'm blessin' tables and sayin' grace
[01:07.312]Smacked him in Miami, his boys jumped me, he played it safe
[01:10.843]Bitches in Buffalo get the same thing, they was throwin' plates
[01:13.966]Limped away on his good foot, but he ain't bust a grape
[01:17.472]These niggas fake, sealed documents, still poppin' it
[01:20.635]**** the certified crack babies, come get your mama hit (Yeah)
[01:24.098]Shit ain't sellin', they gotta resort to drama shit
[01:27.642]**** these Love & Hip-Hop niggas, I'm at the Oscars, bitch
[01:30.736]When I was livin' with Sid, I had a roster, bitch (Yeah)
[01:34.154]Candice with the good pum-pum, got me watchin' soccer, bitch
[01:37.536]Chelle ****ed me so good in Bali, might have to bring her back
[01:40.745]If she get pregnant, I'll teach my son to shoot like Tee Morant
[01:44.142]Ho, I'm courtside, drunk as **** like I'm Tee Morant
[01:47.504]Caught the ball in Barclays Center, I should've dunked that bitch
[01:51.370]Never catchin' feelings, these bitches might suck a hundred dicks
[01:54.248]And put you in the system, ho, get a job with the government, biatch
[01:57.896]
[01:58.094][Outro]
[01:59.417]Bitch, go work for the mother****in' FBI
[02:01.414]Detectives or somethin', bitch, you feel me?
[02:05.181]Workin' my mother****in' nerves
[02:10.766](And she said, and she said)
[02:13.396]I love you, baby
[02:14.774](And she said, and she said)
[02:16.916]I need you, baby
[02:26.353]Don't leave me, baby
[02:29.063]Lil' bitch, say okay, say okay
[02:40.739]Don't leave me, baby
[02:43.014]Don't leave me, baby
[02:46.138]Don't leave me, baby
[02:49.451]Don't leave me, baby
[02:52.251]Don't leave me, baby
[02:56.425]Yeah
[03:00.773]What you wanna do?
[03:03.818]How do you wanna handle it?
[03:06.316]I got it
[03:07.620]I gotta handle this shit myself

文本歌词

作词 : Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist
作曲 : Freddie Gibbs/The Alchemist
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah uh
Uh, check, check
Yeah, as I cruise
On my '68 in my '72s
Blue suede shoes
Benz seats, still
Make a bitch pat her feet (Believe me)
To the concrete
Yeah, yeah, uh
Uh, hit me, uh, hit me

Ayy, yo, for-sheezy
Nigga, that ho was thick, that bitch was greasy, believe me
Bitches be always tryin' to Billie Jean me, Waikiki
Took these hoes on trips, came through too blingy, she clingy (Yeah)
I don't like ****in' hoes in the snow, 84 degrees me (Woo)
I'm posted in Nicaragua with Tasha, that bitch a rider
She don't want shit but dick and a couple dollars so I supplied her
Treat that ho like Henry Hill, got 'em mixin' and sniffin' powder, uh
I gotta go home, my baby mama makin' empanadas
Gracias, de nada, I'm blessin' tables and sayin' grace
Smacked him in Miami, his boys jumped me, he played it safe
Bitches in Buffalo get the same thing, they was throwin' plates
Limped away on his good foot, but he ain't bust a grape
These niggas fake, sealed documents, still poppin' it
**** the certified crack babies, come get your mama hit (Yeah)
Shit ain't sellin', they gotta resort to drama shit
**** these Love & Hip-Hop niggas, I'm at the Oscars, bitch
When I was livin' with Sid, I had a roster, bitch (Yeah)
Candice with the good pum-pum, got me watchin' soccer, bitch
Chelle ****ed me so good in Bali, might have to bring her back
If she get pregnant, I'll teach my son to shoot like Tee Morant
Ho, I'm courtside, drunk as **** like I'm Tee Morant
Caught the ball in Barclays Center, I should've dunked that bitch
Never catchin' feelings, these bitches might suck a hundred dicks
And put you in the system, ho, get a job with the government, biatch

Bitch, go work for the mother****in' FBI
Detectives or somethin', bitch, you feel me?
Workin' my mother****in' nerves
(And she said, and she said)
I love you, baby
(And she said, and she said)
I need you, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Lil' bitch, say okay, say okay
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Don't leave me, baby
Yeah
What you wanna do?
How do you wanna handle it?
I got it
I gotta handle this shit myself