| Now when I’m not makin' death threats
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| To Judge Judy
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| I’m at the crib, Guinness and? |
| of thug beauty
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| Or maybe it’s the club out tryin' to hug cuties
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| A true MC
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| I definitely love groupies
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| If I had 'em, I’d get at 'em
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| And I mean with a swiftness
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| I need a housemaid that’s paid
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| Best friend/mistress
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| And as for that wish list
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| Out of a couple of them bitches
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| Some old 32−24−36's
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| And if that’s too vicious
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| I’d probably have to settle
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| For one dame that’s Solid as Gear is to Metal
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| Not a brainiac, but definitely on my level
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| Someone to ride with me, like bass is to treble
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| Like me and this mic, like Lee is to Spike
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| Let me free for the night
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| If I’m keyed it’s alright
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| Cause she’ll see my delight
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| And she don’t need me to fight
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| Cause if she is my wife…
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| She’s waaaay tight
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| The type of dames that I like
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| Way thick, way bad, way fine, way nice
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| Waaaay tight
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| Is what I be on this mic
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| Way sick, way raw, way fresh, way hype
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| Now you can catch me on the net listenin' to some shit
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| On MP3, download from PC, then it’s straight to MD
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| See that’s how I wreck y’all
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| Tech-nol-ogy
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| In the game respect me
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| The same way you do your elders
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| And everything I put out
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| I guarantee a best seller
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| Even if it goes copper
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| I know my shit is purchased by the true hip hoppers
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| What’s up to Boof and Topper
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| My booty call numbers, not used before twelve
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| I dial eight like Rakka
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| See pussy’s always best, after sundown
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| Like a Mike Tyson fight, I’m through after one round
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| Alright two or three
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| But sex in the morning?
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| Oh fo' sure not with me
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| Soon as I wake up, I’m tryin' to start my day
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| A hug then a kiss then I send you on your (echo)
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| Then I send you on your…
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| Way sick, way raw, way tight, way dope
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| Can anybody in the world do it like this? |
| Nope
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| Way strange, way off, way warped, way out
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| I’m on some other shit
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| Fuck what y’all talkin' about
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| Way in, way cool, way fresh, way hip
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| And anybody thinkin' different, tell 'em suck yo dick
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| Way drunk, way gone, way throwed, way stuck
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| And if I happen to offend you, you know I don’t give a fuck
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| Way mean, way foul, way raw, way real
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| And if I say it and it’s true
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| Does it matter how you feel?
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| Wastin' a little time cause there’s nothing else to say
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| Way way
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| And I’mma end it this way (echo) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Way Tight , by - Murs. Song from the album Murs Rules the World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп