| She said her nigga used to scoop her at the boxer
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| Take her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh)
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| Rock her wrists out but bitch he ain’t a mobster
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| Yukmouth your best friend your lover and your father
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| The baller, I’ll be the first to fuck you in the prowler (that's right)
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| Huh, I ain’t gon call ya like them niggas that jock ya
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| Bitch I ain’t gon follow ya like niggas that stalk ya (uh-huh)
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| Huh, I give ya space, call me up just to rock ya
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| Knock ya boots break ya off proper
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| Get loose ya head doctor
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| Let me kidnap you, hold you for ransom
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| No holdin' hands or romancin' just fuckin' to this anthem
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| Poppin champagne bottles and then some
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| I’m a boss like Tony Dense and money make me handsome
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| The coup make them wanna fuck a nigga on the fluke
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| And them jewels make them bitches pop that Gucci like glue
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| So what you wan do? |
| Barbeque a meal do?
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| I’ll wheel through; |
| steal you for a night, what’s the deal boo? |
| (Whooo oh oh)
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| (Hook — Who’s Who)
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| Let me take you away to ecstasy (Baby)
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| Baby done where you wanna be (ooh yeah)
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| Let me kidnap you
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| Let me kidnap you tonite (c'mon baby)
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| Do everything you wanna do (c'mon baby whatever you want)
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| I jus wanna spend the nite with you (baby)
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| Let me kidnap you (yeaah)
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| Let me kidnap you tonite (ooohhh)
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| (Verse 2 — Yukmouth)
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| She said her nigga used to take her to the tropics
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| All of the diamonds flawless
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| Prada boots he copped it, Gucci shoes he copped it
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| Now, switch the topic
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| You like the chronic or that hypnotic or ex pills, let’s get it poppin'
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| I have you dancing topless don’t stop it
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| Dropping of that chronic, hypnotic its only logic
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| I put it deep in ya stomach and make you run from it, cum from it
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| The pun ani get crushed like pun done it
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| Ya man, ya husband, ya dude, ya fiancé
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| Need to cherish you; |
| you got an ass like Beyonce
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| A face like Mya a body like Free
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| Tits like the queen bee with tattoos like eve, Bo!
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| Your man a geek he borin' out, tourin' out
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| Scoop you up at 3 in the morning ridin something foreign
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| And get ya wetter than rain wen its pourin'
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| I bang, bang, bang till six in the mornin'!
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| (Hook)
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| (Verse 3 — Nyce)
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| Well it’s the heartbreaker, Mack makeup and mark
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| Jake up at the large paper and spill ya pockets for me boss player (???)
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| I make em floss now make em think they’ll toss later
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| Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las Vegas
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| I cause paper Nyce-tee ain’t a bimbo
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| I drive the Benzo the back seat is where ya friends go
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| Pedal to the metal in Gucci stilettos
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| I will punch the shit out-a bitch I’m still ghetto
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| 22 inch mo mo’s them other hoes is so so
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| Me nolo trim’s Louie bag colourful logo’s
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| Hah, federal niggas is a no no
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| I can’t stand you hobo’s
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| So step it the fuck up if your doe low
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| Your hoe, your bitch, your wife, your fiancé
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| Need to cherish you you got more whites than libera chi
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| So let’s pretend like we both got nobody
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| Let’s hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party
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| (Hook) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kidnap U , by - Yukmouth. Song from the album Godzilla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп