Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Tap, artist - Bizarre. Date of issue: 17.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love Tap |
| Get the fuck up |
| Ha, ha, yeah, yeah |
| Everybody, get the fuck up |
| Get the fuck up |
| Everybody, wild the fuck out |
| Wild the fuck out, wild the fuck out |
| Everybody, get the fuck up |
| Get the fuck up, get the fuck out |
| Everybody, wild the fuck out |
| Wild the fuck out, wild the fuck out |
| Wild the fuck out |
| Holy moly, no one knows me |
| This white chick, she says she wants to blow me |
| Smokin' reefer, I’m a chiefer |
| Blaze enormous, brand new Wiz Khalifa |
| Poppin' pills, I need to chill |
| I need to get a r-r-refill |
| Baby talk, won’t even see a baby walk |
| Pop shit, outline her in baby chalk |
| I’m vicious, terrific, out of my mind |
| We share the same bloodline like Royce da 5'9″ |
| Fuckin' legend, been a goat |
| Poppin' pills, I’m into dope |
| Shady Records, used to be signed to Interscope |
| I’ma start hookin' niggas from Jersey to Brooklyn, niggas |
| Ain’t got no apron on and I’m already cookin' niggas |
| Man I’m out, are you a man or mouse? |
| Bring 'em one by one, I start airin' 'em out (anybody) |
| Drugs and pills, that’s all I’m carin' about |
| He cappin', I’m rappin', he snap, it’s gon' happen |
| A kidnappin', he laughin', I’m clappin', you rappin' |
| Blowin' four pipes, fuckin' four dykes |
| Been up four nights, goin' to war like Fortnite |
| One eye like Fetty Wap, get your belly flopped |
| Cooked up, beat up like Betty Crock |
| I ain’t no sucker, I stay sucker free |
| I ain’t duckin' niggas, niggas duckin' me |
| Drink Champs, I should go on N.O.R.E |
| Get fucked up and tell the whole world my story |
| Why they dissin' Eminem? |
| Why they ride with MGK? |
| They gon' learn today |
| Niggas singin' like Monica |
| Who the fuck is a Jay Electronica? |
| Who is that? |
| I’m tryna, tryna remember… |
| Oh, it’s Jarice, the guy that carried the bags |
| The one that used to sleep on the floor and call Denaun dad |
| The one that sold the tape to The Source |
| Let me chill, I’m gettin' off-course |
| Don’t tell me on your album how much you love D12 |
| When I look at Bizarre, he don’t look like he’s doing very well |
| Next time I see your jaw I’ma lump it up (bitch) |
| No offense (no), straight defense |
| Fuck around and put your son on the remix, punk |
| I’m a mothafuckin' hog |
| Disrespectful, I’ll shoot your fuckin' dog |
| Damn, you loved that dog to death |
| Good, you can watch it take its last breath |
| Joe say he clean and sober |
| But asked me for a Percocet last October |
| We was on a tour called Never Say Never |
| I gave you some cocaine when you was under the weather |
| Damn, am I talkin' too much? |
| (Shut up) |
| Keep sayin' my name, you ain’t gon' be walkin' too much, bitch (old ass nigga) |
| I don’t be doin' no runnin' |
| I ain’t gon' say come to Detroit 'cause I know you ain’t comin', damn |