Fired (feat. Stevie Stone, Darrein Safron)

作曲：Tech N9ne Collabos

Them ** were in each others face like this

I thought they was gon' **!

I don't know

I'd rather be looking at a ** like that like

"Muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, muah!

" Sorry n' **

Muah, muah, muah, muah, sorry n' **

We go

That's why she want us in her throat

Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote

Cause money and the power get your honey in the shower

With this one he got it runny in her flower

When that whore see me rap

You won't be able to snatch your beezy back

It ain't no reason to act so sleazy cat

Music is some kind of aphrodisiac

You don't know she dreaming of having us in the sheets like

Loving that ** that eat right

What you expect?

See if you were Tech

You would be pounding poonani each night

If she bites, tell her to stop!

Then we fight

Next minute break up

Then make up

That's what I call a peace pipe

My apologies

She wants Tech so she nollers me

Swallows me

On my rod is where your broad'll be

And your girl's a hella partying chick

And she kiss it like

Muah, muah, muah

Sorry n' **

Muah, muah, muah, muah, sorry n' **

We go

That's why she want us in her throat

Don't bring her around us because we will get the vote

Uh huh

'Em big ones huh?

So I'm dumps her

Pump her rump she hear that song and then she on my bumper

After the show

Watch how these hoes get

Yaya!

She just tryna' give me what I'm gonna get

I'm sober as a gopher

Poke her and then I'm over it

Okay!

And I ain't slowing it down cause I got a goal to get

I know what your motive is

But I'm gone before the morning hit

Okay!

I know she know just what a boner is

She phone the kids

She ain't coming home cause she on the **

W-why you fighting 'round them areolas

Might be piping wives and they

Like my rhymes reciting 'em

At the bar we can sit

Drink and see how far we get

Me and the Donny Poonani we already hit

Sorry n' **

Muah, muah, muah, muah, sorry n' **

Ey!

We're some dudes they want to **

Want us in they throat cause we

And give her what she missing at home

Feelin' K9 and she'll be alone

I see that snake and bat tat

Then I'm at that, wanna give us head

Around the map, you don't match that

Talkin' bout, she love me now

Now how hard it can get

And I can tell her now she hardly can sit

Ey!

Muah, muah, muah, muah, sorry n' **