Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kidnap U, artist - Yukmouth. Album song Godzilla, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Kidnap U |
| She said her nigga used to scoop her at the boxer |
| Take her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh) |
| Rock her wrists out but bitch he ain’t a mobster |
| Yukmouth your best friend your lover and your father |
| The baller, I’ll be the first to fuck you in the prowler (that's right) |
| Huh, I ain’t gon call ya like them niggas that jock ya |
| Bitch I ain’t gon follow ya like niggas that stalk ya (uh-huh) |
| Huh, I give ya space, call me up just to rock ya |
| Knock ya boots break ya off proper |
| Get loose ya head doctor |
| Let me kidnap you, hold you for ransom |
| No holdin' hands or romancin' just fuckin' to this anthem |
| Poppin champagne bottles and then some |
| I’m a boss like Tony Dense and money make me handsome |
| The coup make them wanna fuck a nigga on the fluke |
| And them jewels make them bitches pop that Gucci like glue |
| So what you wan do? |
| Barbeque a meal do? |
| I’ll wheel through; |
| steal you for a night, what’s the deal boo? |
| (Whooo oh oh) |
| (Hook — Who’s Who) |
| Let me take you away to ecstasy (Baby) |
| Baby done where you wanna be (ooh yeah) |
| Let me kidnap you |
| Let me kidnap you tonite (c'mon baby) |
| Do everything you wanna do (c'mon baby whatever you want) |
| I jus wanna spend the nite with you (baby) |
| Let me kidnap you (yeaah) |
| Let me kidnap you tonite (ooohhh) |
| (Verse 2 — Yukmouth) |
| She said her nigga used to take her to the tropics |
| All of the diamonds flawless |
| Prada boots he copped it, Gucci shoes he copped it |
| Now, switch the topic |
| You like the chronic or that hypnotic or ex pills, let’s get it poppin' |
| I have you dancing topless don’t stop it |
| Dropping of that chronic, hypnotic its only logic |
| I put it deep in ya stomach and make you run from it, cum from it |
| The pun ani get crushed like pun done it |
| Ya man, ya husband, ya dude, ya fiancé |
| Need to cherish you; |
| you got an ass like Beyonce |
| A face like Mya a body like Free |
| Tits like the queen bee with tattoos like eve, Bo! |
| Your man a geek he borin' out, tourin' out |
| Scoop you up at 3 in the morning ridin something foreign |
| And get ya wetter than rain wen its pourin' |
| I bang, bang, bang till six in the mornin'! |
| (Hook) |
| (Verse 3 — Nyce) |
| Well it’s the heartbreaker, Mack makeup and mark |
| Jake up at the large paper and spill ya pockets for me boss player (???) |
| I make em floss now make em think they’ll toss later |
| Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las Vegas |
| I cause paper Nyce-tee ain’t a bimbo |
| I drive the Benzo the back seat is where ya friends go |
| Pedal to the metal in Gucci stilettos |
| I will punch the shit out-a bitch I’m still ghetto |
| 22 inch mo mo’s them other hoes is so so |
| Me nolo trim’s Louie bag colourful logo’s |
| Hah, federal niggas is a no no |
| I can’t stand you hobo’s |
| So step it the fuck up if your doe low |
| Your hoe, your bitch, your wife, your fiancé |
| Need to cherish you you got more whites than libera chi |
| So let’s pretend like we both got nobody |
| Let’s hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party |
| (Hook) |