Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pick My Brain, artist - Devin the Dude. Album song Suite #420, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Greenstreets Entertainment
Song language: English
Pick My Brain |
Aww mayne, muthafuckas think I’ve changed |
I’m just tryna chill, that ain’t why I came |
Now I got these niggas tryna pick my brain |
And a couple a bitches wanna lick my thang |
Aww mayne, muthafuckas think I’ve changed |
I’m just tryna chill, that ain’t why I came |
Now I got these niggas tryna pick my brain |
And a couple a bitches wanna lick my thang |
Aww mayne |
*Devin with (an upcoming rapper)* |
Up in the scene with some green in my jeans |
Me and my team made of most of weed things |
Just leaving the lab, bout to have |
Bust a drink, find some pink and hope it don’t stink |
I go out hardly but when I chill at a party |
I just be glad to see everybody |
Having a good time as we chill and reminisce |
Get on the flo' and bust a move, remember this? |
As I see the ladies ringing while the DJ is spinning |
Bout to pounce up on some pussy, ain’t finna pay a penny |
Excuse me Miss, baby you looking good, I wish we could |
Get to know each other and uh… |
(Hey, check it out man… |
I’m tryin to get out there man, what’s the best way to do it, man? |
I’m tryin to get out there) |
You tryin to get out there, man I don’t know, man |
I know the door is up there to the right |
(Aww man, you trippin) |
That nigga bustin me and talkin bout the publishing |
When that ain’t the conversation we discussing |
When we got a group of bitches over there in the mix |
Lookin oh so fine with their hair fixed |
I don’t know right now how much will I charge for a verse |
But I do know that my dick is so hard that it hurts |
Lookin at that bitch over there, excuse me mayne |
Let me spit my game, hopefully she’ll lick my thang |
(Oh that nigga trippin, that nigga think he that |
That nigga think he this, hey nigga ain’t bout shit |
Man he ain’t gon help a brother out in need |
All that nigga wanna do is fuck hoes and smoke weed |
Man you know I’m tryna come up and tryna do mines |
And that nigga there he ain’t got time!) |
We got sweets, got freaks, got joints and shits |
I won’t talk about no mothafuckin points and splits |
We talkin and we jokin bout to spark it finna smoke it |
(Say man my CD’s about ready, man what I do) |
Market and promote it! |
Man my dick I’m tryin to poke it in the broad when I leave |
It’s kinda difficult to do it wit you slobbin on my sleeve |
Nigga please hit the weed and chill fo' a sec |
What are the chances of you getting the deal fo' I jet? |
With all due respect I understand your hustle |
But I’m tryna get one-a-deez hoez to hug my love muscle |
(Man, what’s a love muscle? |
What’s a love muscle? |
Hey man!) |