a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

royce da 59 - mine in thiz lyrics

[intro: royce da 5’9″/mr. porter]
boy, i done warned you
i don’t give a f-ck, i do what i wan’ do
better listen up close n-gg-, don’t trip
yo heat’s in the car, mine’s in this b-tch (oh! oh! oh!)

[verse 1: royce da 5’9″]
i pull up clean, manners of a gentleman, trigger man, etiquette
one felony away from a predicate
that pa-trón’s my medicine
them stones blowin like they owned by edison
i am on my better than, everybody tip
walk up in the club make, everybody strip
everybody get [gun c-cked], the f-ck down, this a brrrp, stick up
but i don’t want no money, i want your (burp) liquor
i’m a homicidal maniac, i know
clip full of hollows
models, swallow, gobble, smoke mad lala
stretch you out, so bad, you’ll be able to kiss your own -ss bye bye (muah)

[chorus: mr. porter]
now boy, i done warned you
i don’t give a f-ck, i do what i wan’ do
better listen up close n-gg-, don’t trip
yo heat’s in the car, mine’s in this b-tch
(oh! oh! oh!), mine’s in this b-tch
(oh! oh! oh!), mine’s in this b-tch
better listen up close n-gg-, don’t trip
yo heat’s in the car, mine’s in this b-tch

[verse 2: royce da 5’9″]
what the f-ck do you mean, that i can’t f-ck b-tch? f-ck this, i’ve been dope
flashy but i don’t mean my money, i mean i’m nude under a trench coat
i put the wreck in reckless, the ‘sult in insult
when you f-ck b-tches they be like “uh”
when i f-ck b-tches they be like “ahhhhhh! ”
i’m a f-ckin rapist, atheist, say yes, say no, [scream], ko
aiyyo, i’m a piranha, my pen is in the condom
and you are the v-g-n-, your flow is and ah kinda, so you can blow my anaconda
treacherous methods, respect my grammar and i [gunshot], oh i made you look
insane sixteens and crazy hooks
i will f-ck up, prost-tute raw for i fall
follow me like i’m allahu akbar (rock star)

[chorus]

[break: mr. porter]
you wanna see where the stars is at (ho!)
we over here, where the bottles at? (ho!)
you want a problem, i’m all for that (ho!)
’cause you won’t make it to the car for that

[interlude: mr. porter]
now ohh
n-n-now ohhn-n-now ohh
n-n-now ohh, nana

[talking over interlude: royce da 5’9″]
you are now dealin with the biggest criminal in the world
welcome to gotham city, it’s a star tonight

[verse 3: royce da 5’9″]
what the f-ck do you mean, that i ain’t in shape? go bag nelly
i go and get me a fat b-tch, we gonna slap bellies
i keep a box of rubbers, c-ck, i got ya covered
that’s right i talk to my c-ck often like “c-ck, they love ya”
haha, i walk the block with a oven but not your mother’s
i’m talkin about the other, by the way – your mother
i’m terrific, i’m the president, i’m obama-rific
make up my own words, i’m the sh-tidic (i’m the sh-tidic, [laughing])

[chorus]

- royce da 59 lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS