Fallow drama I'm listening for the fruit to fall, love Baked in the footlight Some buttermilk free love cult Lady or the tiger Our runaway summertime
Переклад: Deerhoof. Тигр Мережа.
plane hoe girl shake it, you deserve the change all she want is a few furs of fame pop champagne , wear the chain nah me and T ain't letting them wear the chain
I'm not your boyfriend, baby, I ain't your cute little sex toy, I'm not your lion or your tiger, Won't be your nasty little boy, I'm not your boyfriend
', liposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light skinned women, biracial hateful toward themselves Denyin' even they blood I don't judge Tiger
bleeding You ain't gotta ask the reason, I know it's jack or scheming You can see the tiger stripe J from a mile away Yellow white and glasses geaming Chain
tiger 'Cause tigers play to rough I don't want to be a lion 'Cause lions ain't the kind You love enough I don't want to be a tiger 'Cause tigers play
night Run your fingers through my hair And cuddle me real tight Oh let me be Your teddy bear I don't want to be a tiger Cause tigers play to rough
make you shiver I got the flow, make summer turn winter Ch-ch-chilly raw cheese stick made up in Philly I come in peace like a hippy Piece on my chain
I'm not your boyfriend, baby I ain't your cute little sex toy I'm not your lion or your tiger Won't be your nasty little boy I'm not your boyfriend,
stop ha...ok Where the Rosae, Ciroc Mixed wit OJ I'm hot You not but it's ok Ya'll mean shit to no way haha Gucci shades My chain looks like minute
past, sister You don't know who you are Look back into your past, sister Look back into your past, brother My forefather was a king He wore fat gold chains
do is see you let the dogs out You thinkin' it's a game Playboy you gotta be a lil bit more realistic And state your claim when I say we off the chain I'm talkin' tigers
't said shit Since I made a gang of bucks, nah, I ain't been hangin' much Still slide through fly coupes an' the chains is plush Keep the banger tucked
tell a change when I hear it We are tigers Kings of jungles Trapped in cages We forget we once were free! And the average swain Would be contented in his chains
cares God bless the whores by the nights of sodomy. A compulsion to endless nights of pleasure, they are armed with lashes, chains and tiger panties
machine gun funk, trunk slayer Major Payne game hunter, summer time shine Mind controller, hold the crowd still hill top dweller Sell the garden out, House Gang chain
