Lirik My Tool (Explicit)
My Tool - Birdman/Bun B/Young Jeezy (杨·吉兹)
Give me my tool
Die for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
Bullsh*t or hustle
Money motherf**ker
Buy it ourselves
Private jets motherf**ker
See we live a luxury life
Don p pearl white
Harley Davis bike
Niggle mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes
Five star and niggle life
Bounce back rebel
F**k going in a niggles cell
I'm raising hell doing swell
Make the mil f**k the mirror
Make the money f**k who tells
Make the money
Flip the money
Niggle show and tell yeah
From the bottom
Where the roaches at
Hit the light switch
Where the roaches scat
Bounce back hella choppers
More stacks out the back
To a bus niggle mill stack yeah
So she love me
So I f**k her right
From the floor no ceilings
What a hella sight
Harley Davis is a niggle bike
Eleven hundred twelve hundred
Models every night yeah
Put the suede with the plush leather
Leather so soft niggle do it any weather
Fly in any weather
Hustle in any weather
Shine in any weather
Give me my tool
Die for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
Bullsh*t or hustle
Money motherf**ker
Buy it ourselves
Private jets motherf**ker
See we live a luxury life
Don p pearl white
Harley Davis bike
Niggle mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes
Five star and niggle life
Give me my tool
Jizzle got it bad
He ain't no fool
B**ch jizzle 'bout his bag
2010 dropping head 26 inch mags
Stick in the back with the 100 round mag yeah
Call him sh*t bag b**ch I'm Mr toilet paper
Call me half a clip with the gasoline chaser
F**k the hollow tips we make the gasoline chase you
Smoke that fire sh*t that sh*t'll gasoline face you
That young niggles heartless he's walking with a pacer
Blue and yellow 'maro like the Indiana pacers
Black with the red beam my Portland trail blazer
No playing where I'm from we'll f**king trail blaze you
Don't love no b**ch
And that's on everything I own
But I swear niggle love every strap I ever owned
Black head to toe with the Louis v holster
Straight gangster sh*t I match my flock Porsche
Give me my tool
Die for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
Bullsh*t or hustle
Money motherf**ker
Buy it ourselves
Private jets motherf**ker
See we live a luxury life
Don p pearl white
Harley Davis bike
Niggle mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes
Five star and niggle life
Niggle this is g sh*t
Straight up out the wards from out the back of the projects
Where niggards pull cards and choppers get pulled out
Like you at the barber
Fresh up out the blue water like we at the harbor
This is my life life
A ghetto dream come true
Paper plates on the Benz Benz riding so new
On some 2011 sh*t when I come through
Black paint black seats
And the black rims too
Can you see me motherf**ker
I'm creeping on the low though
In the big body four door
With the four bar logo
Smokin' purple kush rolled up
In a damn spliff getting high as
Mothaf**ka eagle dare drift
Ain't that some damn sh*t
And it's true though
But it ain't like I'm telling you
Something that you ain't knew though
So don't get it twisted like a noodle
I'll put one in your noodle
And leave a niggle twisted
So what it do bro
Give me my tool
Die for my goons
Cooked up the food
Got the ice for the jewels
Bullsh*t or hustle
Money motherf**ker
Buy it ourselves
Private jets motherf**ker
See we live a luxury life
Don p pearl white
Harley Davis bike
Niggle mansion on sight
Do the five mikes
Take the five mikes
Jam the five mikes
Five star and niggle life