- Devin the Dude Pick My Brain 歌词
- Devin the Dude
- [Chorus] Aww mayne, mutha***********as think
I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that ain't why
I came Now
I got these ***********s tryna pick my brain
And a couple a ***********es wanna lick my thang
Aww mayne, mutha***********as think
I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that ain't why
I came Now
I got these ***********s tryna pick my brain
And a couple a ***********es wanna lick my thang
Aww mayne [Verse 1] *
Devin with (an upcoming rapper)*
Up in the scene with some green in my jeans
Me and my team made of most of *********** things
Just leaving the lab, bout to have
Bust a drink, find some ink and hope it don't stink
I go out hardly but when
I chill at a party
I just be glad to see everybody
Having a good time as we chill and reminisce
Get on the flo' and bust a move, remember this?
As I see the ladies ringing while the
DJ is spinning
Bout to toss up on some ***********, ain't finna pay a penny
Excuse me
Miss, baby you looking good,
I wish we could
Get to know each other and uh… (Hey, check it out man!... I'm tryin to get out there man, what's the best way to do it, man? I'm tryin to get out there)
You tryin to get out there, man
I don't know, man
I know the door is up there to the right (Aww man, you trippin) [Chorus] [Verse 2]
That *********** bustin me and talkin bout the publi***********ng
When that ain't the conversation we discussing
When we got a group of ***********es over there in the mix
Lookin oh so fine with their hair fixed
I don't know right now how much will
I charge for a verse
But I do know that my *********** is so hard that it hurts
Lookin at that *********** over there, excuse me mayne
Let me spit my game, hopefully she'll lick my thang (Oh that *********** trippin, that *********** think he that That *********** think he this, hey *********** ain't bout ***********t Man he ain't gon help a brother out in need All that *********** wanna do is *********** hoes and smoke *********** Man you know I'm tryna come up and tryna do mines And that *********** there he ain't got time!)
We got sweets, got freaks, got joints and ***********ts
I won't talk about no *********in points and splits [Chorus] [Verse 3]
We talkin and we jokin bout to spark it finna smoke it (Say man my CD's about ready, man what I do)
Market and promote it!
Man my ***********
I'm tryin to poke it in the broad when
I leave It's kinda difficult to do it wit you slobbin on my sleeve
*********** please hit the *********** and chill fo' a sec
What are the chances of you getting the deal fo'
I jet? With all due respect
I understand your hustle
But I'm tryna get one-a-deez hoez to hug my love muscle (Man, what's a love muscle? What's a love muscle? Hey man!) [Chorus till fade]
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