Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Wings Of Song , by - Wayne Shorter. Song from the album Beyond The Sound Barrier, in the genre On Wings Of Song |
| Fuck with me wrong and get hit up |
| We hit every block and we hit all your men up |
| She do every squat and she do every sit up |
| She dance everyday and she pick every bit up |
| I work everyday and I sip when I get up |
| You heard what I say, yeah I sip when I get up |
| And work everyday, I’m a hell of a nigga |
| Smokin' that loud, it just yell at a nigga |
| Confidence high, I’m a arrogant nigga |
| These bitches do not want a regular nigga |
| My slime got them bricks doing estimates, nigga |
| That’s numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga |
| That’s numbers and squares like a calendar, nigga |
| None of you squares wanna battle lil nigga |
| Cause shots come from nowhere like, Bop! |
| Abracadabra, nigga |
| Hold up |
| I fuck a clit up on everything |
| I put some sip up in everything |
| You hit your bitch up, she never came |
| She was with me up in Neverland |
| I hit your clique up and everything |
| I take two clips up in everything |
| I’m coming, I’m shooting up everything |
| I just bought my woman some Vera Wang |
| I just bought myself Alexander Wang |
| I just bought myself some new Louis frames |
| I got 'em prescribed cause I’m blind as fuck |
| Or is it that I just don’t wanna see you again? |
| Got 'em prescribed |
| I got a prescription |
| I got a prescription |
| I got a prescription… |
| I fuck a clit up on everything |
| Tie my bitch up to the bed frame |
| 22.5 for the Venus |
| 11 flat for the Serena |
| Drink codeine like it’s Aquafina |
| My bitch jalapena |
| I come from Mars, I come from Ms. Cita |
| Fresh out the womb I knew I was a leader |
| Who keeping score 'cause I beat 'em |
| And I got some really big wings |
| Flying over New Orleans |
| I pull some really big strings |
| My wingspan like Yao Ming |
| My eyes tight like Yao Ming |
| I smoke some really big greens |
| I sip the whole sixteen |
| I saw a mill' at fifteen |
| And still got really big dreams |
| Your bitch a really big fiend |
| Your bitch a really big fan |
| But I ain’t got no ceilings |
| I ain’t got no ceilings |
| I ain’t got no ceilings |
| I ain’t got no ceilings |
| Man, what a high |
| Born to be alive |
| I’m sippin' lean |
| And TMZ said I died (damn) |
| I run with bitch-slappers |
| Your hate don’t impact us |
| Our bitches' dick-grabbers |
| Your bitches' pic-snappers |
| You just a camera rapper |
| But we don’t point cameras at you |
| We point them hammers at you |
| More bullets than hammer dancers |
| We take the pineapple |
| And we fill it with purple, we never settle |
| We take the Mac-11 |
| We point that bitch straight at your cerebellum |
| Bah! |
| Yeah, and this world is mines |
| Yeah, I’m gettin' mines |
| Yeah, I’m sippin' lines |
| Sippin', oh we talkin' lean? |
| Oh, we talkin' lean?! |
| Oh, you pourin' up? |
| Finna fall asleep?! |
| Look at the smile on me |
| Spent a couple hundred thou' on it |
| And the game been drove me crazy |
| Over hundred thousand miles on me |
| Damn, said she gonna lie for me |
| I said you just lied to me |
| She tell me that’s my pussy |
| I say bitch you just lied to me |
| That’s why I fuck 'em all |
| Still love 'em all |
| With a rubber off |
| Cause they husbands' dogs |
| And to top it off |
| All the tops is off |
| And it’s winter season |
| But the seats is heated |
| And I got some really big wings |
| I got a really big regime |
| Been part of some really big schemes |
| I just popped a really big bean |
| I just popped a really big bean |
| I rock some really big bling |
| I sleep on a really big king |
| With a really thick queen |
| I sleep with a really thick queen |
| On a really big king |
| She belt out really big screams |
| She say I got a really big ting |
| She say I’m doing really big things |
| I should be doing really big scenes |
| On a really big screen |
| You see, I got really big dreams |
| And what a grind… |
| I fuck a clit up on everything |
| I put some sip up in everything |
| I put some sip up in everything |
| I put some sip up in everything |
| No Ceilings |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Wayne Shorter
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Феликс Мендельсон