LRC歌词
[03:02.00]We Made It - Crooked I
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Verse 1]
[03:02.00]Now what the hell should I care about, nothing
[03:02.00]I'm Paramount, f**k it bring the Maclaren out
[03:02.00]She gets sky miles the way I air 'em out
[03:02.00]French connection, I Paris my whereabouts
[03:02.00]You still in your parents' house
[03:02.00]I'm with a vixen hard nipples and the cherry blouse
[03:02.00]No pants derriere is out
[03:02.00]I call it honeymoon without the marriage vows
[03:02.00]I f**k with some street killers and D dealers
[03:02.00]We out to market everything, even 3 wheelers
[03:02.00]I f**k with some blunt smokers and E-pillers
[03:02.00]You don't like us, so what, the freaks feel us
[03:02.00]Onion booty and some yoga pants
[03:02.00]She got that 'won't you come bend me over stance
[03:02.00]I got paper and she over stamps
[03:02.00]I got a message for the haters man
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Hook]
[03:02.00]Tell them muhf**kas we made it
[03:02.00][x4]
[03:02.00]Live good, still hood
[03:02.00]Grind hard like a real ni**a should
[03:02.00]1hunnid, stay true
[03:02.00]Let 'em know, tell them muhf**kas we made it
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Verse 2]
[03:02.00]Yeah, tell them muhf**kas we made it
[03:02.00]Johnny Blue, tell them muhf**kas we faded
[03:02.00]Middle finger you and them mothaf**kas who hate it
[03:02.00]Still sleeping on us, leave them suckas sedated
[03:02.00]By the time they wake up, probably flying to Jamaica
[03:02.00]On my birthday gettin' my cake up
[03:02.00]You dudes Hollywood, say what?
[03:02.00]I call you virtual sex, you fake f**ks
[03:02.00]I don't think you want a problem
[03:02.00]I'm Andy Warhol and [?] on boardwalk
[03:02.00]I'm awesome when I draw guns
[03:02.00]Be somewhere in Boston when the law come
[03:02.00]With a bad b**ch and she know it's pimpin'
[03:02.00]Her accent is like Lois Griffin
[03:02.00]The Lord's prayer over roasted chicken
[03:02.00]Some red wine, let's toast to livin'
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Hook]
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Verse 3]
[03:02.00]Breaking news, we making moves
[03:02.00]You new niggas listen, pay your dues
[03:02.00]Don't be a dive artist, or you play to lose
[03:02.00]Kick you while you down, in my favorite shoes
[03:02.00]Box me, you need a ** test
[03:02.00]Box full of shells, let's have a slug fest
[03:02.00]Then I tell your ho put on her f**k dress
[03:02.00]Give me brains for fame, that's success
[03:02.00]The best revenge and this is murder now
[03:02.00]You talk behind my back and I ain't even turn around
[03:02.00]Ants to a giant, I ain't even heard a sound
[03:02.00]Attitude up, I ain't finna turn it down
[03:02.00]VH1 b**ch in a black Carerra
[03:02.00]Gettin' Viacom p**sy in this ratchet era
[03:02.00]F**k her weave up and her black mascara
[03:02.00]Then pass by my haters blowin' Jack Herera
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Hook]
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Verse 1]
[03:02.00]Now what the hell should I care about, nothing
[03:02.00]I'm Paramount, f**k it bring the Maclaren out
[03:02.00]She gets sky miles the way I air 'em out
[03:02.00]French connection, I Paris my whereabouts
[03:02.00]You still in your parents' house
[03:02.00]I'm with a vixen hard nipples and the cherry blouse
[03:02.00]No pants derriere is out
[03:02.00]I call it honeymoon without the marriage vows
[03:02.00]I f**k with some street killers and D dealers
[03:02.00]We out to market everything, even 3 wheelers
[03:02.00]I f**k with some blunt smokers and E-pillers
[03:02.00]You don't like us, so what, the freaks feel us
[03:02.00]Onion booty and some yoga pants
[03:02.00]She got that 'won't you come bend me over stance
[03:02.00]I got paper and she over stamps
[03:02.00]I got a message for the haters man
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Hook]
[03:02.00]Tell them muhf**kas we made it
[03:02.00][x4]
[03:02.00]Live good, still hood
[03:02.00]Grind hard like a real ni**a should
[03:02.00]1hunnid, stay true
[03:02.00]Let 'em know, tell them muhf**kas we made it
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Verse 2]
[03:02.00]Yeah, tell them muhf**kas we made it
[03:02.00]Johnny Blue, tell them muhf**kas we faded
[03:02.00]Middle finger you and them mothaf**kas who hate it
[03:02.00]Still sleeping on us, leave them suckas sedated
[03:02.00]By the time they wake up, probably flying to Jamaica
[03:02.00]On my birthday gettin' my cake up
[03:02.00]You dudes Hollywood, say what?
[03:02.00]I call you virtual sex, you fake f**ks
[03:02.00]I don't think you want a problem
[03:02.00]I'm Andy Warhol and [?] on boardwalk
[03:02.00]I'm awesome when I draw guns
[03:02.00]Be somewhere in Boston when the law come
[03:02.00]With a bad b**ch and she know it's pimpin'
[03:02.00]Her accent is like Lois Griffin
[03:02.00]The Lord's prayer over roasted chicken
[03:02.00]Some red wine, let's toast to livin'
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Hook]
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Verse 3]
[03:02.00]Breaking news, we making moves
[03:02.00]You new niggas listen, pay your dues
[03:02.00]Don't be a dive artist, or you play to lose
[03:02.00]Kick you while you down, in my favorite shoes
[03:02.00]Box me, you need a ** test
[03:02.00]Box full of shells, let's have a slug fest
[03:02.00]Then I tell your ho put on her f**k dress
[03:02.00]Give me brains for fame, that's success
[03:02.00]The best revenge and this is murder now
[03:02.00]You talk behind my back and I ain't even turn around
[03:02.00]Ants to a giant, I ain't even heard a sound
[03:02.00]Attitude up, I ain't finna turn it down
[03:02.00]VH1 b**ch in a black Carerra
[03:02.00]Gettin' Viacom p**sy in this ratchet era
[03:02.00]F**k her weave up and her black mascara
[03:02.00]Then pass by my haters blowin' Jack Herera
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00][Hook]
文本歌词
We Made It - Crooked I
Now what the hell should I care about, nothing
I'm Paramount, f**k it bring the Maclaren out
She gets sky miles the way I air 'em out
French connection, I Paris my whereabouts
You still in your parents' house
I'm with a vixen hard nipples and the cherry blouse
No pants derriere is out
I call it honeymoon without the marriage vows
I f**k with some street killers and D dealers
We out to market everything, even 3 wheelers
I f**k with some blunt smokers and E-pillers
You don't like us, so what, the freaks feel us
Onion booty and some yoga pants
She got that 'won't you come bend me over stance
I got paper and she over stamps
I got a message for the haters man
Tell them muhf**kas we made it
Live good, still hood
Grind hard like a real ni**a should
1hunnid, stay true
Let 'em know, tell them muhf**kas we made it
Yeah, tell them muhf**kas we made it
Johnny Blue, tell them muhf**kas we faded
Middle finger you and them mothaf**kas who hate it
Still sleeping on us, leave them suckas sedated
By the time they wake up, probably flying to Jamaica
On my birthday gettin' my cake up
You dudes Hollywood, say what?
I call you virtual sex, you fake f**ks
I don't think you want a problem
I'm Andy Warhol and
on boardwalk
I'm awesome when I draw guns
Be somewhere in Boston when the law come
With a bad b**ch and she know it's pimpin'
Her accent is like Lois Griffin
The Lord's prayer over roasted chicken
Some red wine, let's toast to livin'
Breaking news, we making moves
You new niggas listen, pay your dues
Don't be a dive artist, or you play to lose
Kick you while you down, in my favorite shoes
Box me, you need a ** test
Box full of shells, let's have a slug fest
Then I tell your ho put on her f**k dress
Give me brains for fame, that's success
The best revenge and this is murder now
You talk behind my back and I ain't even turn around
Ants to a giant, I ain't even heard a sound
Attitude up, I ain't finna turn it down
VH1 b**ch in a black Carerra
Gettin' Viacom p**sy in this ratchet era
F**k her weave up and her black mascara
Then pass by my haters blowin' Jack Herera