متن آهنگ Tommy Lee (feat. Post Malone) - Tommy Lee Remix از

متن آهنگ Tommy Lee (feat. Post Malone) - Tommy Lee Remix از Post Malone

Ah, shit, I'm just workin' in the studio Ah, okay You miss me? Papa Callin' me "Papa"? I want you, Papa Aight (you always talking about it), I'll call you right back You always talkin' about it, uh You never makin' no profit, uh I treat my hoes like a option If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh I'm livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet You always talkin' about it, yeah You always talkin' about it You say that you rappin' in private, yeah But I see that you cap about it Livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet I changed my color to Nipsey blue Your racks, it get small, that shit pitiful If you tryna get so physical That .45 will make you invisible I'm livin' my life like a criminal I call this shit First 48 We quiet, there's no one to blame, yeah My lawyer said we beat the case I'm livin' my life, celebration I'm thankin' the Lord, I got patience I'm lovin' the way that she take it I bend it, I fold it, I flip it She bringin' it back just to prove it I'm givin' her work just to move it, yeah I'm livin' the life that I'm choosin', yeah I'm gettin' these racks, gettin' stupid, yeah You always talkin' about it, uh You never makin' no profit, uh I treat my hoes like a option If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh I'm livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet You always talkin' about it, yeah You always talkin' about it You say that you rappin' in private, yeah But I see that you cap about it Livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew-pew) Milli' on wrist, ain't no rocks on me I'm pretty as fuck, wanna copy me (rocks on me, rocks on me) I heard you was mad 'cause I'm poppin' as shit (wow) I'm poppin' the 'pagne and I'm poppin' that bitch (wow) I hop out a plane and went straight to the whip (ooh) I know they can see, I think that's pretty cool if you askin' me Bugatti, no body roll, curtains in back of the candy Rolls I love when my lawyer calls, I hate when I run out of smoke Pull up to the party, oh, and we like to party, oh I finish the bottle, dawg, get this bitch jumpin', no Mario You always talkin' about it, uh You never makin' no profit, uh I treat my hoes like a option If she talkin' and get out of pocket, ooh I'm livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet You always talkin' about it, yeah You always talkin' about it You say that you rappin' in private, yeah But I see that you cap about it Livin' life like a rockstar Pullin' up, stretch limousines To look at me, that cost a fee Them double C's all on my feet Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee (still shit so) Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me (hard, cigarettes) Milli' on wrist, ain't no rocks on me (cars, bedroom) I'm pretty as fuck, wanna copy me (star, rocks on me) Please don't save my life, oh Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee (pew, pew, pew) Yaweh got a stick, came to rock with me (pew, pew, pew) Pull up with the drum like I'm Tommy Lee (pew, pew, pew)