letra de lil homie mixdown - lil eli (us)
[intro]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh)
uh, yeah, uh
ooh (yeah, homie)
(jammy on the beat, boy)
[verse 1]
he say it on the house, but then he tell me that i can’t go
he gotta party tonight, lookin’ lit, and won’t be slow
i gotta job ‘til 5, only on break, my guy
party sound lit, no lie, and my brain wanna fly, so
double-dip in my double dup, double drip lead to double stuff
dibble dabble that dope handle and dribble into my double cup
homie, you outta luck, watch my shooter, you duck
mind gonna go crazy, and i’ma smack a ho, just hol’ up
[chorus]
hol’ up, roll up, holy hookup
never drugs without the lookup
trippin’ out, you got me shook up
need that knowledge, so i book up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
no linguini, i want some fettucini
and please don’t be a meanie (meanie, meanie, meanie)
so just take off your bikini (please)
[post-chorus]
gettin’ psychological when i take a trip
so i start to get illogical, i squat down to take a sit
please know, brain damage is probable with alcohol, take no sip
methods to avoid the hospital are possible, and they hit (hit)
fakin’ with the fatty, lookin’ static, yeah
i don’t got a gun, but you know, i got the clip
wakeup in the mornin’ and i’m suckin’ on tit (watch it with the—)
right before i go to sleep, i suck on that cl-t
[verse 2]
with lil ricey and he cookin’ up rice
spot a girl in the distance, and she lookin’ real nice
lookin’ quite youthful and lookin’ real tight
gotta rubber in her pocket, she prepare for the night
i say, “hey girl, can you gimme some head?” (“yeah”)
she bring me in, and we get on her bed (“uhh”)
this is great, could’ve been home instead
but i’m in the wrong town, and i’m looking like a clown, she bite down (owe)
what the heck, homie
you supposed to suck then swallow stuff, homie (suck, suck)
i want the pope, get that vatican suck
gettin’ lit at the truck, penetrate and get stuck (ahh)
[chorus]
hol’ up, roll up, holy hookup
never drugs without the lookup
trippin’ out, you got me shook up
need that knowledge, so i book up
no linguini, i want some fettucini
and please don’t be a meanie
so just take off your bikini (please)
[post-chorus]
gettin’ psychological when i take a trip
so i start to get illogical, i squat down to take a sit
please know, brain damage is probable with alcohol, take no sip
methods to avoid the hospital are possible, and they hit (hit, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
fakin’ with the fatty, lookin’ static, yeah
i don’t got a gun, but you know, i got the clip
wakeup in the mornin’ and i’m suckin’ on tit (watch it with the—)
right before i go to sleep, i suck on that cl-t (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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