Il testo della Lap dance

(verse 1)

Ass so fat i need a lap dance, i eat that pussy up like pac-man
Ass so fat i need a lap dance, i eat that pussy up like pac-man
Riding out, with my nigga taevon
It's a bright day, so i got my shades on
All you niggas squares, just like a diagram
Niggas think they seeing me like i'm some type of hologram

(verse 2)

Jay f. tae, and the f would be for fortitude
Coldest rapper here, now watch me change the altitude
Fuck with me wrong, then i am at your latitude
Never have you seen a rapper of this fucking magnitude
Nigga don't play, i'm more than you
Nigga don't play, i'm warning you
I aim that gun, then execute, i'm flier than a parachute
Bands a make her dance, she make that ass clap
I rip her panties off and then i start to eat her snatch
She bring that ass back, make it do a thunder clap
Detroit my habitat, i'm the king, i'm running that
Can't no nigga do what i do when i do what i do 'cause i do it so great
Let's get this shit straight, this is not a debate
I operate to increase my wealth and intake
Kicking niggas asses, just like i was a spartan
And in case you didn't know, bitch i still be the sergeant
He so versatile, i swear he kill anybody song
Sippin' on that double cup, no rest in peace to my styrofoam
Put that pussy in my face, it put me right where i belong
I put this track to sleep just like some fucking chloroform

(verse 3)

Flow stay wet like the mississippi river
And i'll sign a contract, with the highest bidder
You know me, instrumental killer
I take your song, remix your song, and eat your song for dinner
I'm killin' all these niggas, r.i.p to the competition
I'm a kamikaze rider, i blow up like a cataclysm
Flow is magnetic, all you niggas is pathetic
And i put this track to sleep like my flow carry anesthetic
Fuck all these niggas, no i'm not apologetic
If i said it then i meant it, we can put it up and bet
Still running shit, hundred yard lane
The way i treat instrumentals should be labeled inhumane
Let me see you twerk, i give her the work
Hit her g-spot and make her whole fucking body jerk
I test the pussy out, just to see if it will squirt
Excuse my french because i know my lyrics might be overt, bitch
I live in the clouds like the angels do
I'm chopped and screwed, i'm armed to shoot
You ain't seen a nigga as raw as this since wayne with tha carter 2
I'm sick with the flu, you a bugaboo
I take yo' bitch, let's rendezvous
I cook these niggas up like barbecue
For the record i don't spit, i spew
Niggas think they on my level, clearly that is not true
F-y-i, ain't nobody barking up my avenue
Ass so fat, girl i think i need a lap dance
Mind so wild, boy i think i need a cat-scan
Stuntin' is a choice, and ballin' is a hobby
Walk up to that nigga like what's poppin' kemosabe
That choppa have ya lookin' like ya went through a tsunami
No need for you to tell me 'cause i know my flow is godly
J lethal, i had to show out for dearth 3
All these niggas gettin' chin checked like a goatee
Killing track after track, guess i'm on a murder spree
Bitch, i am the human torch and you get burned to the third degree
Trukfit on my back, supras on my feet
I could teach you how to stunt
But still you wouldn't be able to compete
She give me brain while i tweet
Don't be mistaken, i'm unique
My pockets steady flexin', hey bitch check out they physique