文本歌词

Five-O - Nicki Minaj (妮琪·米娜)/Jae Millz/Gudda Gudda
Written by：Gudda Gudda/Jae Millz/Nicki
Where my straight jacket at I'm a psycho
Where that white blow why they copy my flow
If it's not Young Money it's a typo
There them lights go we don't talk to five o
We don t t t talk talk to five o
There them lights go we don t talk to five o
If it's not Young Money it's a typo
There them lights go we don t talk to five o
Mister officer mister officer
I'm sorry I don't wanna take a walk with ya
Matter of fact I ain't try'na talk to ya
We ain't got no business so what we talking for
There ain't no need to bring me in for no interrogation
Cause about that boy who just got shot I gots no information
These broke a** snitch niggas still gram shaving
At the precinct writing statements on which trap house is the station not I
Tattle telling is for homos
Besides that's the Number 1 Young Money no no
Police we don t chat with them
We ain't got no rap for them
You in the cop car pointing niggas out from the back of them
Back seat informer your papi shoulda warned ya
You even tell PoPo I'm black then you's a f**king goner
Yeah you get high but I get higher
Manyana I just might go to the halfway house and ask your supervisor
Where my straight jacket at I'm a psycho
Where that white blow why they copy my flow
If it's not Young Money it's a typo
There them lights go we don t talk to five o
Yo 4 3 2
Cocka doodle do
I was out in Africa Shaka Zulu crew
Ho ho ho red stockings too
Coming down the chimney you're chopped n' screwed
It's me b**ches eff you snitches gimmie the heebie jeebies
So excuse my twitches excuse me
Lemme get that brewski niggas know them b**ches can't do it like I dooski
I just pull up chuck the deuce in some blue denim
And I just heard he running with the lieutenant
I'm the mistress I be in the District of Columbia
Yes uh huh Washington
Better ask around cause I'm what's popping ton
I'm who they think about playing with they pee pee
Gotta count sheep b cause I'm never sleepy
Yes I'm the chief you can find me in my teepee b**ches
Where my straight jacket at I'm a psycho
Where that white blow why they copy my flow
If it's not Young Money it's a typo
There them lights go we don t talk to five o
Gudda Gudda
Young Money psycho straitjacket on me
Break a ni**a jaw if he turn to informant
I bring it'to your door step loose lips sink ships ni**a
So I'mma bring you to the bottom of the ocean uh chuuch
I hear you preaching like a f**king reverend
Should've killed you in the first place no second guessing
Could've killed 'em with the first and the second weapon
DJ Unk 'em with the hand I two step and deck 'em
Then I grab the choppa blue flame Houston wreck em
Kick a snitch head through a goal like David Beckham
Make way respect em
I could AK attack em
You looking at a gangster in his essence
Now b**ch bow down when a gangster in your presence
Cause I'm God s gift like a present
For one don t try me I could give you two lessons
You peasants get murdered if you do test 'em
Gudda Gudda biatch
Where my straight jacket at I'm a psycho
Where that white blow why they copy my flow
If it's not Young Money it's a typo
There them lights go we don t talk to five o