Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bezerk , by - Big Sean. Release date: 25.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bezerk |
| Couple riders with them llamas if you pick a bone wit' me |
| Put my bitch up on designer, got Balenci' on her feet |
| My Mama say a couple prayers, keep them demons off me |
| 'Cause I know I’m out here blessed, got so many reasons on me |
| Yeah, niggas done tried and niggas done died, too many believers around me |
| Yeah, I know my enemies meeting up, double-teaming on me |
| Now you know nobody tried that ever got pieces off me |
| Fucking these hoes 'til they be dying, don’t catch a seizure on me |
| See, Ferg used to move the product in the old school (Yeah) |
| Thumbing through paper from last year but it’s not old news (Right) |
| My psycho bitch, she got me shopping up at Whole Foods |
| Fucking these cougars like a young nigga s’posed to |
| I got your bitch up on the mattress while I’m flying OT (Woo!) |
| I’m sick and tired of all the yapping, little nigga I’m your OG (Woo!) |
| My diamonds shining like the ball that drop on New Year’s Eve (Come on!) |
| And she countdown to the D, she be like «5−4-3» |
| Now drop down, you a freak (Milly rock) |
| Bend it over, touch your feet (Yeah!) |
| Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique (So unique) |
| Back that thing up on my nigga from the D (Woah, oh, that’s me?) |
| Okay, back out the hearse, they trapped out the church (Woo!) |
| Niggas say my name, okay they asked for the worst (Come on!) |
| Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse (Damn!) |
| Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk (That's right!) |
| Kill 'em off one-by-one, «Final Destination» |
| Fuck that medication, I’m sipping cold flu Echinacea (Come on!) |
| You done fucked up, I stayed up, sleep deprivation (Woo!) |
| They on the search nigga (Uh!), know your worth nigga (Yeah!) |
| Tell the DJ bring it back, reimburse niggas (Damn) |
| Alhamdulillāh, my finance advisors been through hell |
| Oh well, pshh, we on fire (Woo, woo!) |
| Brung her back home more times than McGwire, higher (Grr) |
| Trap Lord packed out the risers |
| Big getting his bread, your pocket on carb diets |
| I just start up a riot at all the Hyatts |
| And make them hoes leave right before they cook the omelets (Woo, woo!) |
| Drop down (Woah), you a freak (Woah) |
| Bend it over (Yeah), touch your feet (Touch your feet) |
| Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique (So unique) |
| Back that thing up on my nigga from the D (Oh, that’s me?) |
| On God! |
| Now, drop down (Down), you a freak (Hoo!) |
| Bend it over, woah (Come on!), touch your feet (Touch your feet) |
| Shake that booty, I know it’s little but unique (So unique) |
| Then throw it back on my nigga from NYC (Oh, that’s me?) |
| Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah) |
| Me and A$AP Ferg preaching back to back on the verse |
| Hit-Boy on the beat so, bitch, you gotta go berserk (That's right!) |