I'mma live the dream, yo
No time to sleep, yo
If you know what we know
Y'all niggas finito
Oh, it's an animal anthem
(It's popping, popping)
[Verse 1: Nore]
Ayo the bricks that they front me out of the country
? Want me
The dude's finito, I sell chico to a cheapo in a Pico
[?]
Swag synthetic, you get your shit shredded
Eyes close as scoliosis, prognosis
Get a dosage, yo hold up
Put your hands in the air, yeah, this a hold up
? Come to karate
Kawasaki papi, this shit locked probably
Ghost to say the least
Wherever there's indians
I'mma come and play the chief
A-oo-ga de basura
? Wanna be thugs, some are?
Dude, Nore's a classic
[Hook:]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I split Swishers with my thumb, slime
They say numbers don't lie - except one time
Young Tune, got goons on the front line
These hoes tryna get on like they unsigned
Side-step counter, right, left, punchline
Real niggas don't do sit ups when it's crunch time
Get high, play somethin' on the guitar
Got a girl on my dick like the see-saw
My son's tellin' friends "daddy got a race car"
T roll blunts longer than the space bar
Straight hair, high socks with some Vans on
Bullet hole bigger than the Grand Canyon
Neptunes on the beat, nore what it is?
Chop body parts off, stick 'em in the fridge
Yeah, kiss my ass under the mistletoe
Young Money motherfucker, if you didn't know
[Hook:]
[Verse 3: Nore]
[Hook: Pharrell] I'mma live the dream, yo No time to sleep, yo If you know what we know Y'all niggas finito Oh, it's an animal anthem (It's popping, popping) [Verse 1: Nore] Ayo the bricks that they front me out of the country ? Want me The dude's finito, I sell chico to a cheapo in a Pico [?] Swag synthetic, you get your shit shredded Eyes close as scoliosis, prognosis Get a dosage, yo hold up Put your hands in the air, yeah, this a hold up ? Come to karate Kawasaki papi, this shit locked probably Ghost to say the least Wherever there's indians I'mma come and play the chief A-oo-ga de basura ? Wanna be thugs, some are? Dude, Nore's a classic [Hook:] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I split Swishers with my thumb, slime They say numbers don't lie - except one time Young Tune, got goons on the front line These hoes tryna get on like they unsigned Side-step counter, right, left, punchline Real niggas don't do sit ups when it's crunch time Get high, play somethin' on the guitar Got a girl on my dick like the see-saw My son's tellin' friends "daddy got a race car" T roll blunts longer than the space bar Straight hair, high socks with some Vans on Bullet hole bigger than the Grand Canyon Neptunes on the beat, nore what it is? Chop body parts off, stick 'em in the fridge Yeah, kiss my ass under the mistletoe Young Money motherfucker, if you didn't know [Hook:] [Verse 3: Nore] Explain Request ×
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