Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Plateau, artist - Zelooperz. Album song Help, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bruiser Brigade
Song language: English
Plateau |
| Yeah! |
| Ah! |
| Bruiser, Bruiser, Bruiser, Bruiser, Bruiser |
| Style, bitch! |
| Coon in the- coon in the room, creator of our nation |
| Whole 'nother plateau, ho, I ain’t playin' |
| Wait a cotton-pickin' minute, ho, I ain’t stayin' |
| Goin' up on my level, I’ll be back when I reckon |
| Tall negro got the caramel complexion |
| Bitches on me, doe, woadies wanna get naked |
| Kushie got me jelly, she shakin' like I’m electric |
| That’s my stove, my flow sent from the kitchen |
| My hands up, my heart beatin' intensive |
| Still some haters out here who doubtin' my existence |
| Tryin' to live my dreams, need that patience and persistence |
| Need that on time, pussy, money, I’m winnin' |
| As long as you with the shits, I’m winnin' |
| Don’t make a contribution |
| I ain’t fuckin', |
| Like her pussy gushy fuchsia |
| Rappin' 'bout bein' broke got me ballin' in the future |
| Fuck faded 'til you make it |
| Tell your story, already through it |
| We on that shit |
| Wait a cotton-pickin' minute |
| Niggas actin' way different |
| That succotash, I ain’t wit it |
| She wanna fuck me, I fuck her friend |
| I’m petty |
| Teach a bitch 'bout me in sixty seconds |
| Bars stuck in your head like woodpeckers peckin' |
| Man, fuck these niggas, I ain’t gon' respect 'em |
| Hoes on my dick, I ain’t gon' select 'em |
| Gettin' laid on my level |
| My plateau’s elevated |
| Ain’t no ladder for that, ain’t no way gettin' up |
| Throw that loud in a blunt |
| Light it up, we gettin' affected |
| Like fat stay on my back |
| Bitches only come around when you 'bout to get the racks |
| Yo bitch loose like one out the pack |
| Bruiser, y’all niggas finna lose |
| Bitch, I’m like I’m fuckin' with the |
| Don’t call me a negro |
| Just because my knees grow |
| Parlay with my people |
| Everybody know Ze cool |
| I’m missin' like sandals |
| She like what my hands do |
| She like what my dick do |
| My bars just confuse you |
| Bitch, I’m on, I been the proof |
| Bruiser high, you middle school |
| Flow 'cane like pimp |
| Cuttin' up like Ginsu |
| Aim dot you like Hindus |
| Pac told me what a |
| Make a negro think he strong, mane |
| I’m zoomin' in my zone, mane |
| Best kept secret like your age |
| My fans love me, they like to rage |
| Not enough time, got a lot to say |
| Goin' so hard, |
| Hold up, bitch, I’m 'bout to pray |
| Then after that, I’ma grab the Bible |
| Flow sharp, |
| You too suicidal |
| In that thing like her vagina |
| Clips’ll make 'em back up like some minors |
| Y’all snitchin' like that Wire |
| I don’t do it, indecisive |
| I’m that fuckin' negro |
| We in this bitch feelin' spiritual |
| I’m high as fuck off the Holy Ghost |
| I’m smokin', got your bitch fuckin' (You know it!) |