文本歌词

One big room full of bad b**ches (x8)
Fu got the w**d Marl got the gun
They say numbers don't lie
B**ch I'm not the one
Hammers in ya face this is not a dream
And you get in every page in this magazine
Bumping UGK talking about a murder
We roll a Dr Jay and then we light that Julius Erving
I got p-ssy on the way and p-ssy on the way out
Life is a beach and these hoes trying to lay out
Tunechi Tunechi toaster tooly F**k around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl Call it Lady Gaga
Glock for Tini nina colada
Suck swallow semen saliva
I'm going at your collar
F**k you hoe n***as
Weezy go hard you b**ches go figure
Diamonds in my teeth like I'm a f**king d**e dealer
You're a dead man walking: Michael Jackson Thriller
I'm in one big room full of bad b**ches
(I'm in one big room full of bad b**ches)
It goes: Tunechi Tunechi
Toaster tooly f**k around and pop ya
My homies got that white girl
Call it Lady Gaga
It goes: Tunechi Tunechi
Toaster tooly f**k around and pop ya
Back where I started on my set in black
All chrome Glock looking like a platinum plaque
We don't pack extra clips we pack extra Gats
And all my hoes dirty like welcome mats
Til the wheels fall off: I can fix a flat
If you're scared go to church and get a scripture tat
Guns the size of children now don't be childish
Be with wild-a** n***as and I am the wildest
I'm a motherf**ker call me Weezy baby
And on the end of the barrel I got a sweet potato
My life is a movie I got a leading lady
My rooftop drop back like Tom Brady
I got the world in my hands skateboard n' my vans
And all my boys stay strapped like we live in Iran
I know what I can do so b**ch I do what I can
Drop the Sorry 4 the Wait man
I'm just saying
I'm in one big room full of bad b**ches