Tech N9ne - Don't Tweet This | Текст песни

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[Verse 1]
Wassup? Its Me, Caribou Lou again (Tech N9ne!)
Kansas City fucking hooligan
If you think you cool and true
Then doin' the fool my friend
You'll begin boozin'
And choosin' women that we do and do again!
Only if they hold us
The secrets they crossing ova'
The beaches and often go
Where we eatin' we rock n' rollers
Deep in the thoughts we go
But no Tweetin' she lost her mobile
And geekin' because we showed her
Freakin across the globe and
The weekend we often go to Colorado
All my soldiers got a bottle
And some hoes with a wobble
From sticky dough's you're hella bobble (???)
?????????????
We get no privacy
Why would she ride with me
Tweet, and straight lie to me?

- Chorus -
I don't know (what?)
Who she sleeps with
But, all I know is
Don't you Tweet this

[Hook]
Do what I told you, I told you I told you
(Don't Tweet this!)
Do what I told you, I told you I told you
(Don't Tweet this!)

[Verse 2]
Baby I would hate to
Kick it and then erase ya'
Cause you wanna go to
One of those social networks
And go state the
Facts about my nature
I gave to see you lata'
(Oooooh) this bitch is shakin' the table
You're pissed at me
Cause you wished it be
Listed with a Twit Pic
Sick at me
When ya' missed it
Ya' scripted me
When I gotta move invisibly
You violate it
You fly away it
Simple cause I am stealth
Then formulate it
We tried to made it
Deep into your damn self
Get our nudie on, quiet, we can truly bone
And I'll be pushin' all yo' buttons like movie phone
Act like you belong, creepin' in my groovy home
Drinkin Bou-Lou week all my groupies owned (???)
Way of life, keep it neat trick
If you in the beast mix, you don't see shit
And you will get the least bit of resistance
We pick who we see fit, but yo:
(Don't Tweet This)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yeah, it is what it is baby
No, I don't want a lot of is in my biz lady
Ugh. Crazy. Daily
{???} at my crib, save me
Dippin' get me to Drop some jizz on ya' lid maybe
We in Canada partying like some anima's
Even my tour managa' know that Tweetin' will vanish ya'
Tweet the day I go and say my party wasn't amature
Granted the lost camera was planted in tall canisters
Keys, you will receive, right when you leave
Please, drop to ya' knees, ya' cannot leave, not a thing (???)
Put away ya' phone, Yahtzee!
And don't be flickin' like the fuckin' paparazzi!
We livin' covert, Flava Flav know!
We let you see what we want to, and when we say so
(Monitor!)
Her Tweet, gossip is really out of her
That's why, I think I don't have that many followers!

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