cypher - world tour lyrics
[intro: cypher]
world tour, world tour
world tour, world tour
aye, yeah yeah
aye, yeah yeah
go up
[verse 1: cypher]
you come on the bus, you getting f-cked, most b-tches know what’s up
the pretty biggie got it lit in room 112
worldwide tour, i could pop up in your city
do some art up on your t-tties, write a verse about a silly feel me?
you never know what they into
money make a freak b-tch do some sh-t too
watch two b-tches f-cking eat they -ss out, in the strip club
tell me what that cash bout, low sleep
downtown, ot, hustle up dj (?)
i got the boss girl
naked polaroids all over the house, girl
rap rockstars straight from the hood, b-tch
i can’t sleep, paranoia can’t deluce this
we’ll run it all summer ’til the fall, baby
we do the remix, gotta call jd
sold out for the party, yeah, we on the map
b-tch it’s game time, with your dream girl, givin neck now
(?), i’m a hot boy
they believe me, leave em’ fienin’
[hook: cypher]
he ain’t ever hung with rappers before
he ain’t know we party hard ’til like 6 in da morning
twist some blunts, do some strongs
and hop back on the road, b-tch!
he ain’t ever hung with rappers before, no!
he ain’t ever hung with rappers before
talking all that freaky sh-t but they ain’t giving you throat
party at the crib, let me see you get low, b-tch!
you getting flipped, this is my word
[verse 2: g-eazy]
i’m taking a rollie off at tsa, time flies
bad b-tch bring me weed and some popeyes
every bar is all facts, these are not lies
b-tch i’m larger than life, you just life-sized
this is new to you huh?
you might find it strange
it’s a wednesday night, we still tryna rage
i’m more rich than a lawyer, he twice my age
goin’ hard ’til the end
’til the final page
i been hyphy, i’m a verteran
i call the plug, he delivering my medicine
i’m h-lla deep in the club, they still let me in
they say ‘when it comes to that party we do everything’
you ain’t seen sh-t, this is normal as f-ck
not normal to you, but this is normal to us
throwin’ b-tches in the pool, that’s what goes on
three b-tches, one gerald, no clothes on
aye!
[hook: cypher]
he ain’t ever hung with rappers before
he ain’t know we party hard ’til like 6 in da morning
twist some blunts, do some strongs
and hop back on the road, b-tch!
he ain’t ever hung with rappers before, no!
he ain’t ever hung with rappers before
talking all that freaky sh-t but they ain’t giving you throat
party at the crib, let me see you get low, b-tch!
you getting flipped, this is my word
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