Lupe Fiasco - You, Me, Him, Her (Freestyle) - Текст песни

[Lupe Fiasco]

Some... snapper is he, in the dirty call me young trapper MD
40 cal gun clapper M-T, none matter, none dapper, son rapper MC
2 much b4 so I chatter simply, over any proteus drum pattern M-P
Thru ya pro-tools more duels then? gather round gon be rather lengthy
Its all good new pan rapper is me, Nike shoes bandana Fendi
Cadillac black like a Bentley, gotta bat never lack young mac a pimpy
While u smacks her down I tap her gently, the chitta chatta done got her friendly
The game I runs like a lapper indeed, can't catch her breath heart patter quickly
Whether grippin a mic or palmin a pistol, I get it well done its medium rare to be so raw in the middle
Get little be ghost or gone, I am a lawn u can't post up on, NO Meet with waist I keep toaster on
I need more im so close to dawn, I can't be blurred out the fo-cus is on nigga
Y'all kids ain't cuttin the di-jon I pull up to ya car like grey poupon rookie
Pimpin' in that grey coupe on 20's then I peel off like armed rangers, watch yourself senior's dangerous
Whether givin' a whole (hole) or breakin half if I bring the danger shake it fast, truck... full of holes like jason's mask
No Mystikal, dont miss wit the cal.. 40 that is shorty that is
Dont press ya luck, accelerators what I press in the truck, im so ghetto
Elevators ain't lettin u up, I'm a big boy (Big Boi) everybody in love wit Lu, she u and ya cousin too
Just caddillac doors and outta mack 4's, old folks turnin cataracts toward'm
I'm so hard to see and so hard to be, hey, can u handle traction, push a abraham lincoln or andrew jackson
PAID Rogers and hammerstein, niggas turn into dodgers when hammers gleam
They dont like the words but they'll honor the magazine, I'm the source of the shit
44 in my jockey draws I'm the horse of this shit but my money never short
Niggas there's no eatin here nigga dont put ya money into forks
Niggas its a cold cold world dont put ya money into shorts niggas