Mosh Pit - Trvp Hippies

Perfect Mosh pit, I'm 'bout to put a hole in 'em (gang) Mosh pit, 'bout to put a hole in 'em (gang) Mosh pit, 'bout to put a hole in 'em Better have on Calvin Kleins 'Cause I'ma knock you out your Denims (boom-boom, boom-boom, boom) Mosh pit, I'm 'bout to put a hole in 'em (gang) Mosh pit, 'bout to put a hole in 'em (gang) Mosh pit, 'bout to put a hole in 'em Better have on Calvin Kleins 'Cause I'ma knock you out your Denims (boom-boom, boom-boom, boom) I'm a walking blizzard, I make these bitches shiver These bitches got the nizzerve, they sweeter than some dessert (uh-huh) Jhené Aiko, I figured, 'cause I got bitches triggered Two bullet holes up in her It shape just like some scissors (boom-boom, boom-boom, boom) Last night I went to dinner with a fuckin' loser Nigga was so short, I had to sit him on a booster (the fuck?) Said I had to pee, I walked away like, "Hallelujah" Couldn't even wait on my driver, fuck it, I just called a Uber (skrrt) I could buy your whole life, let's go and eat if I care But bitch if I could read the menu, I don't need to be there The menu gotta scream, "Excuse me, what the fuck do this say?" Or it ain't matchin' my lifestyle, so fuck out my way 'Cause I'm a badass bitch, I walk a nigga out the front door (goodbye) Took me out to eat and wanna fuck, I said, "Fuck, no" Bitch, I only knew you for a motherfuckin' month, hoe Gorilla glue grip, for 30 days he been stuck though (damn) Put it on his top like a crowd-surf Excruciatin' pain, feel like childbirth (bah) 9-1-1, he tryna dial first Eat the pussy, let me hear that stomach growl first (ugh) Young nigga, if you can't eat the booty No clothing brand, I'm Kool-G Bitch, I'm finna slide like I'm Toosie (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) Brr-aah, it's a movie Mosh pit, I'm 'bout to put a hole in 'em Mosh pit, 'bout to put a hole in 'em Mosh pit, 'bout to put a hole in 'em Better have on Calvin Kleins 'Cause I'ma knock you out your Denims (boom-boom, boom-boom, boom) Mosh pit, I'm 'bout to put a hole in 'em (gang, woo) Mosh pit, 'bout to put a hole in 'em (gang) Mosh pit, 'bout to put a hole in 'em Better have on Calvin Kleins 'Cause I'ma knock you out your denims (boom-boom, boom-boom, boom) Boom-boom, boom-boom, boom Boom-boom, boom-boom, boom

(CB on the beat) Yeah Woah (Jetski) Bitch, yeah Uh Moshpit, jump in this shit (Yeah) and get drop-kicked (Ooh) Aww, shit (Huh?), went to my doctor for dilaudid (Woah) Two million dollars full of drip (Yeah) in my closet (Brr) I don't wanna hit (No), coochie smell like some rotten fish (Yeah, yeah) Got her pussy wet, wet, wet like a faucet (Like a faucet) Pull up to my baby mama shower with a drumstick (Pop-pop-pop) I don't like to pay my taxes, but, lil' bitch, I'm dumb rich (I'm dumb rich) Wake up in the morning, take a Xanax, start mumblin' (Yeah) Look at me wrong, I throw a Henny bottle at your head (Throw it) Heard you the plug, I'll pistol whip you for a pint of red I got ice, ice, ice, ice sittin' on my neck (Ice, ice, ice) And my great-grandma is addicted to them Percocets (Yeah) I took some dilaudid (Woah), all my whips exotic (Yeah) She just sucked me up for like three hours, told her "Stop it" (Stop it) Baby mama ask me for some money, I ain't got it (Yeah) Even though you know I got it (Yeah), bitch, I told you I ain't got it (Bitch) Jump in the pit (What?), drop-kick a bitch (Okay) Which one of you hoes finna come suck on my dick? (Which one?) Elliot diamonds sittin' on my wrist (Huh?) Drop the bitch off at a Motel 6 (Yeah) Your baby daddy broke, ain't got no whip (Huh?) My bitch got mad 'cause I nut real quick Moshpit, jump in this shit (Yeah) and get drop-kicked (Ooh) Aww, shit (Huh?), went to my doctor for dilaudid (Woah) Two million dollars full of drip (Yeah) in my closet (Brr) I don't wanna hit (No), coochie smell like some rotten fish (Yeah, yeah) Got her pussy wet, wet, wet like a faucet (Like a faucet) Pull up to my baby mama shower with a drumstick (Pop-pop-pop) I don't like to pay my taxes, but, lil' bitch, I'm dumb rich (I'm dumb rich) Wake up in the morning, take a Xanax, start mumblin' (Yeah)

They call it the chimp death grip They'll tear your fucking face off The animals have it figured out When the keepers cough blood Blood In the jungle In outer space I'm an animal On the rooftops Up in your face The creature that you helped create They said that the kids are sick We better put the mom down Papa heard it all and he's gonna Make the keepers cough blood Blood In the jungle In outer space I'm an animal On the rooftops Up in your face The creature that you helped create They call it the chimp mosh pit They tear the fucking cage up The animals had more than enough Now they want to see blood Blood In the jungle In outer space I'm an animal On the rooftops Up in your face The creature that you helped create

I remember you were smoking In your Stones white t-shirt Walls washed blue The piano was out of tune But you were Such a fucking hippie A counter-culture baby Perfectly dreamy But oh I lost you And you wore sleepy eyes that glowed like Summer morning, sunrise Breathe me in And sink into my skin But you were Such a fucking hippie, oh A counter-culture baby Perfectly dreamy But oh I lost you But you were Such a fucking hippie, oh A counter-culture baby Perfectly dreamy, oh So fucking trippy Straight from the '60s Well, we could have been hippies But oh I lost you

Hemos escapado tantas veces Que nos costaría una vez más Somos invisibles en la niebla Que nuestro miedo puede disipar Por querer cambiar el mundo hicimos Un infierno en el paraíso Por creernos diferentes fuimos Socios en la fuga Y el delito de querer cambiar Siempre pasajeros de la histeria Con altos peajes por viajar Nómades eternos, vida en cuevas Toda una familia marginal Por querer cambiar el mundo hicimos Un infierno en el paraíso Por creernos diferentes fuimos Socios en la fuga Y el delito de querer cambiar Cambiar Cambiar Cambiar Por querer cambiar el mundo hicimos (Querer cambiar) Un infierno en el paraíso Por creernos diferentes fuimos (Querer cambiar) Socios en la fuga Y el delito de querer cambiar.

Reefer Ya know, reefer madness A city starved of fame, it's the same old thang Yes, lean with me, rock with me Golden sodas, one to stock, one to rock Yes it's here that we announce this day of freedom Charles Bronson, signing out Here we go I grew up on the East side, the Miami Beach side Deep fried in greed life, clam bakes by the seaside Tan legs wearing knee highs, sand shakes off them sweet thighs Back in 99 when I was silver spoon fed Pops had the Porsche, dollin' out the bread Johns on the salsa, gun against his head I got divorced ya, cold as a corpse But there ain't enough stamps in your passport for this crash course I passed the class, now let's fast forward Blast from the grass out on the back porch Cash in the dash, I went straight to the source Quarts, call them escorts I've been moving bodies like I'm using the force Floating down the river like a water resort Never coming back, never coming back Magic City stuck in my head Holding out for the Hollywood bride My tongue gets heavier later on in the night Here's another one for the dinner plate eyes My tongue gets heavier later on in the night Holding out for the Hollywood life My tongue gets heavier later on in the night Here's another one for the children of the times My tongue gets heavier later on in the night Tenacity, Susan I'm a big, big believer in tenacity (My tongue gets heavier) I'm in love with you It's a real love I know it When I'm with you It feels like I'm walking on electric air