tigga wordz - alien lyrics
when i talk that golf language, that’s that life i understand
i don’t aim for empathy cuz y’all cannot comprehend
i’m from jupiter my tigga you know that’s a distant land
this ain’t just the 305 when we talkin’ bout the sand
thirteen in the duffle bag and the iron in my hand
fourteen was the whole plan yet they tryin’ to get me banned
refs plottin’ with a red card, i ain’t tryin’ to make amends
this world’s alien, that’s that life you won’t understand
i’m screamin’ fore but this is hole nine
you tigga are dumb thinkin’ i only got five
i’m comin’ thru the course at the speed of light
so once you see that green light then it’s the afterlifе
(putt,putt,putt) it ain’t go mode if it’s known before who bе hatin’
i don’t a give a puck, instead yeah these two are penetratin’
buddha turn to christ; got you pine trees luminatin’
check a nike tigga? how if it’s f+ck yo allegations
“what is you sayin’?” that if you never been to the green
then go ahead and get about twenty yards away from me
or i’d aim this shot from the tee and right above the knee
now you walkin’ like some geese but that don’t make you a g
dress to k!ll the competition call that business casualties
i keep it tucked but, you can’t duck any of these injuries
mama worried about her cub, but the fabric burgundy
cuz although we wearin’ polos, we be makin’ graphic tees
“what do you mean?” it ain’t nothin’ we’re just golfin’ for the show
but if you plottin’ on the low, you’d be rottin’ down below
didn’t know then? now yo tomb’s a rosetta stone
r.i.p. to that career that was rollin’ past them holes
golf is death row to those who are playin’ with the pros
scoring eighteen yet, you’re now at the second hole
prayin’ for some hope cuz you were bawlin’ you won’t choke
we were laughin’ at your jokes cuz you were lackin’ at them strokes
when i talk that golf language, that’s that life i understand
i don’t aim for empathy cuz y’all cannot comprehend
i’m from jupiter my tigga so you know that’s a distant land
this ain’t just the 305 when we talkin’ bout the sand
thirteen in the duffle bag and the iron in my hand
fourteen was the whole plan yet they tryin’ to get me banned
refs plottin’ with a red card, i ain’t tryin’ to make amends
this world’s alien, that’s that life you won’t understand
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