lirik lagu matt.b & masta wutu - fly s#!@
[hook]
under the influence of fly sh-t x3
under the influence sh-t i’m under the influence
under the influence of fly sh-t x3
under the influence sh-t i’m under the influence
[verse 1: matt.b]
under the influence, my pants sagging
evident as my zig zags, my fist clinched or a six pack of that heineken
yeah i’m getting high again, sh-t yeah but else is new
flying, all my hoes is riding like what else is they supposed to do
just waiting for they debut
before the curtain calls
i see why they be hating you
so i never take a day off
yeah i’m heading for that payoff
mvp of the playoffs
see some chumps is talking hard
now they taking lumps and days off
cuz i’m a champion, poor kid down up
lampin’ in my city
now these hoes wanna f-ck with me? best believe i suck them t-tties
and that’s just how it goes, when you catch a little buzz
that’s just some things i know, and all i ever really does
drink a lot but i smoke more
sir mix a lot with the odor
my nana be like “oh lord”
he’s a wild child, he cut his own cord
whoa! what you waitin’ for?
your mind filled up with satan’s goals
i’m smoking on loud and proud
on the phone to increase the payroll
cuz i’m
[hook]
[verse 2: masta wutu]
sh-t i got some hoes down south, love to roll round round
on the floor, now now, what ya know, pow pow
guns gon’ blow, up in ya middle, sh-t ain’t a riddle
just wanna sizzle all of these sl-ts take it in they b-tt an i watch um jiggle
but i’m, puttin’ in work, on the map gotta make my buck
don’t give f-ck, sh-t outta luck, quackin’ -ss rappers better motherf-ckin’ duck
so now whats up, livin’ street struck
mothaf-ckas don’t wanna jip to pick the heat up
so i put my feet up, seat back, roll up a fat bag of sack cause i’m g’d up
n as a matter fact, thugs skigggity scat when my mac attack
they diggyin back like jammin’ on shaq, b-lls gettin’ flat
cut um no slack y’all mans just wack…
these guns don’t chat,my boys don’t rat
how annoyin’ is that when y’all toyin’ wit rap and we boilin’ that, we royal wit that
y’all can’t cook y’all spoilin’ rap
y’all stay shook we enjoyin’ that
2 face mans gettin’ foiled back
we too coy for that, hoes pourin’ back
now my feet down, back on the ground no beef now
still runnin’ the town only way we know how
movin’ more weight then mr.plow
[bridge: matt.b]
under the influence
wondering why i take these risks
odds keep changing, still place bets
flowin’ with the utmost of respect
cuz i’m x4
[hook]
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