Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pacifier , by - Young Thug. Release date: 16.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pacifier |
| Cut the chase, I wanna nut in this place |
| And I know she liked a nigga taste, I can see it in her face |
| Now don’t make me a cute little Christian, I don’t feel like Ma$e |
| Ride for a nigga, step inside the house got my mentals erased |
| I ain’t tryna roll no dice, I just wanna make it right |
| When I fuck her I’m a turn her, turn her over |
| Turn her, turn her like Ike |
| I’m on the burner, on the burner, still concerned her |
| Shit ain’t steak like a burger, or nothing |
| Mortified, I need a Pope, need a coroner, or something |
| Better yet watch a |
| Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier |
| Nigga need a pacifier, pacifier |
| Shake your rumidi bum bum |
| Bleed the block, bleed the rock |
| Bleed the bumbaclot rock, bleed the cops |
| Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed |
| Bad lil bitch with some bad lil tits |
| Need to put a little hip in it |
| Damn, climbing up the pole because she put a little split in it |
| If I whip the dope up I’m a put a little whip in it |
| When I whip the dope I’m looking to break my wrist the way I’m spinning it |
| Got a bad little date, swear to God I got a bad little date |
| Young Thugger Scrappy… okay! |
| Bought the little bitch a black mink like George of the Jungle, she’s a ape |
| And I don’t care not what they say, I eat that dinner plate |
| Nigga hotter than the summer, still catch a player in the street |
| I’m a catch your momma, then I might just fuck your momma |
| All because I made jam of the week |
| MTV young living, stop that like they stop my digits for odd reason I never end |
| up weak |
| I sell Miley Cyrus, ain’t no meeting Miley Cyrus |
| You get Miley Cyrus can’t eat nothing for weeks |
| So pass me a molly, new |
| How the hell they got me lean |
| Nigga living life so foul and it’s a crime scene |
| I don’t ball for decoration bitch I’m tryna eat |
| Niggas sit inside the trenches, all my couches bleed |
| All the niggas diamonds going dumb like I’m Arnold Schwarzenegger |
| Nah it ain’t Drake but my community gated |
| Niggas falling off cause they communities hated |
| But the community wouldn’t be hating if they were atin |
| Oops I mean eating |
| My niggas eat for no reason, they feast for no reason |
| I do not got on no mink but I’m beasting |
| I swear to God bitch I’m beasting |
| And I’m a pull up in the 9−11 |
| Then I’m pulling back up in the Drophead |
| Make her drop pants |
| Make the bitch drop dead |
| When it come to this shit, I’m a Pro, no Ked |
| Drinking on this Easter pink, I feel like an egg |
| Attracted to these drugs, I feel like a fucking fed |
| And I know you ain’t bout that, but I’m bout that |
| Where the fuck the Sprite at? |
| It’s a baby bottle, not a |
| The streets ain’t ready, yeeaaaa |
| All your bitches want a piece of me |
| I swear to God these hoes want a piece of mink |
| Whooo, nigga think he want piece of me |
| No you don’t want a piece |
| You not ready you need you a |