Kid Cudi - Dennis, Hook Me Up With Some More Of This Whiskey! | Текст песни

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• Dennis, Hook Me Up With Some More Of This Whiskey!

Verse 1

Now I don’t giva fuck what niggaz do I’m wearin’ Balmain thousand dollar pants Wake up, bake up, then im in my benz Come to think about it don’t have many friends Go to brunch by my damn self Flirt with girls when they see my car Fuck em when they see that im a star Neva eva open up or show my heart Its the coldest winter in the summer dog Many women, muthafuck em all They just really want to train a dog Im a real nigga to the core Off top baby girl further more Pedal to the metal to the floor On mulholland while im hittin’ corners hard Yea I gotta hit them corners hard I guess im just a lost cause Just a skinny nigga with so many flaws Starin’ in the night tight jawed Fingers diggin’ right inside my palm Waitin’ waitin’ for the calm Seem to think I know whats goin’ on I am finally comin’ up alive And it seems the ghost movin’ on

Verse 2

See I could neva have a desk job My work take a nigga abroad Meetin’ up late with foreign broads Relaxin’ cuz a nigga hustle hard Man I gotta take a load off Need a dime that’ll take her clothes off Take a trip out to Doha Filmin short films on the whim Got dinner in a few with Prince Sheikh Kanye changed a nigga life twice Gotta ride, gotta rep, AYE Gettin rid of all the dead weight Niggaz really want me dead, HATE Not my fault im intriguin’ Drinkin and drivin no weevin Pop a molly, feelin’ 10 again Project X type weekend Except a nigga damn near 30 Like 21 had never ended Here I go its my second wind bitch U already know im goin in And I’ve been waitin’ I’ve been waitin’ to shit on you