ft future wale ludacris dj scream - cee-lo (ft. future, wale & ludacris) - dj scream lyrics
[hook: future]
i’ll shoot a n-gg- for some ceelo
i’ll put your wifey in a trio
and i can’t lie, it stoked my ego
and they done got me back in beast mode
i got some shooters and they ain’t single
i’m out the country in my t-coat
and these b-tches don’t speak no englo
all they wanna know is the lingo
[verse 1: future]
in the matrix all like i’m neo
i make movies like al pacino
i can wrap a girl like burritos
i go h-lla hard for them c-notes
they ain’t never seen what we did, n-gg-
you can’t get fingerprints off these triggers
i’m a guapaholic, i’m money-drunk
death-defying, i’m livin’ like avatar
i done went to another planet
see my pockets they on gigantic
i take off like a rocket in paris
i f-ck b-tches that don’t mind sharin’
[hook]
[verse 2: wale]
they say wale dope
they gon’ say what they say, never to my face, no
and i’m runnin’ out of sp-ce to put all of my favorite clothes
took a n-gg-‘s favorite shoes – took a n-gg-‘s favorite store
i call the folk that made ’em, foreign
these ladies trippin’
’cause i buck a lot but i don’t be datin’ none of ’em
and i roll with n-gg-s, go-to n-gg-s, know they ain’t as friendly
and all my pieces wide receivers they all eatin’ somethin’
wale, though
and i make your ladies do my say-so
i’m just a n-gg- on the grind tryna make moves
shine like a g, though
rhyme bully, my mob goodie, shout-out to cee lo
[hook]
[verse 3: ludacris]
okay, my name is ludacris and beast mode is what i’m known for
i’m what they need to get barack obama on the phone for
illegal alien – workin’ like a mexican
bought a bugatti and joined forces with the decepticons
got so many styles that i don’t even know what i’mma do,
but i be killin’ every verse
make it worth your while, cadillac style,
but i’ll put your favorite rapper in a he-rs-
throw him in the grave and write “p-ssy†on his tombstone
kidnap his family, make ’em listen to this new song
dj screamin’- partners triple-beamin’
eight-figure n-gg-, b-tches fightin’ for my s-m-n
sparta, 300, leonidas to you f-ck boys
shootin’ three dice with three dyk-s – what’s good, boys?
[hook]
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