Гуру ПесенTyga - Shaka Zulu (Instrumental) | Текст песни
I'mma call it like I say it, I'mma call you b*tch made ni*ga
All of this is not to entertain ni*gas
I got held up at the light reaching for my switchblade, ni*ga
Poppers on a Spanish with the gauge, nig*a
If I tell you that the babysitter's dead, don't play, nig*a
Reach inside your pockets, dial H, nig*a
If you need help with pressure, don't drive this way, nig*a
You know I got schizophrenic tendencies
I dream of porn stars and pouring gas on my enemies
If I get a check, I'm not the vet
I'm a dawg a*s ni*ga looking for a hot b*tch
Shaka Zulu with the new do with the TEC
This is not a purchase, everyday life sh*t
I've been praying for your downfall, man
But all I see is bad b*tches coming down the hill, damn
Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC
Don't tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect
She bowed to her knees, want forgiveness
But all I could think about was coming out of speakers
She a fun girl living on the edge
Poppa ran a hedge fund, all his daughter do is give head
Said he had it up to head and neck
Don't you point the thing at me, it could go off offside your head
Temple to the brain, now he dead
That's a life learned lesson, never stress over bullsh*t
Wasn't even her why he did it
But he found his wife with his daughter's boyfriend, ni*ga damn
That's some f*cked sh*t over sex
These b*tches overrated and I judge 'em like \"who next?\"
Temple to the brain from the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nig*a
Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nig*a
Six weeks, had to vacate
Ain't a resident in sight, just a beach, making sex tapes
Sure, say the sh*t to my face
She gon' get me off, nig*a, like bug spray
B*tches all fake and fanatics, causing ruckus with a ratchet
Don't you put that on your loved ones, you are not my level pattern
This is Pacquiao and pack it peddle faster like a Flintstone
On a roll, full of ashes, we just run you, this the legion
Zulu, it's all gone
Zulu, forever perished
Ten bedrooms in the palace
But your Playboy bunny's ears full of carrots, I told y'all
Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nig*a
Temple to the brain from the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead
And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead
How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, ni*ga
Temple to the brain from the TEC
I go temple to the brain from the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, ni*ga
Glory be, lord to be
Fashion so f*cking unorderly
Move accordingly, don't order me
You poorer than me, more can afford the fee
Word to Meek, 100 in the dungarees
Who claim the game, we're young living like Meek
Click on the tee, Lord of Rings, you order me
Theatric fairytale's become extinct
F*ck the peace, I put a piece on my neck
'Bout the size of a Complex magazine
I'm not for sale, I bought your dreams
Leonardo DaVinci, the Bentley boost my self-esteem
B*tches cling like the chain already been doing the same thing
I mean this gold
I'm tryna bob and weave, why you chasing me?
I'm on my victory lap, can't you see?
Temple to the brain from the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, ni*ga
I go temple to the brain from the TEC
Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nig*a
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