Dame Grease - Tattoos On Her Ass lyrics

[Hook] Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced (Too advanced) How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands (f** you do that, f**ed up now) When my songs come on, they do the dance (Do the dance) b**hes tattoo my name on they a** [Verse 1] Yeah The Vigilante Season is here, so buckle up The Milli Vanilli k**er, Chrissy, pucker up Get ya lips wet, take ya dentures out, let me feel the gums My DVDs be in the slums Lookin' all good in my three-piece, got you n***as speech weak You b**h n***as couldn't see me like cheap seats Ridin' that white horse, slippin' that caine, need twelve steps Squeeze at you n***as till no shells left Stop it son you not the sh**, I'll pop a clip Seen him on YouTube swappin' spit What the f** is that, that's some h*mo sh** I noticed it, did the Domain on some promo sh** That ain't even one third of the wave, I possess the fury Send some wolves to get you for your j**elry Ask 'em 'bout the boy, I'm a nuke myself Played with the biscuits as a boy, and I never tried to shoot myself n***a that coke you sniffin' got you skimpy, come and get me They gon' find ya like Pimp C I don't give a f** about your bullsh**, best to show me where the money be n***a your only 23 Owww [Hook] Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black (Coupe is black) And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that She wanna tattoo my name on her a** [Verse 2] n***a I ain't trippin' off this sh** I'mma tool up, vroom up, time to hit tools up (Tools up?) Yeah, time to hit Ben Bitty The 2010 Biggie Need another swiggy, just pour me some Grand Cru Got the Codeine, sour make the who*es lean More fiend, that's that sh** I be slingin' out the back of the spaceship Taste it, get you n***as facelifts Get you n***as wasted, Bigga the better spar Pay for your funeral on my debit card Cop a pine box, you don't want that, baby n***as on my dick, screamin' "Wavy" Try to do a splash, now cyclones They told me Batista, you Roddy Rowdy Piper, E's got you hyper n***a stop poppin' those percocets, make me hurt the set They make me wanna squirt the Tech Owww [Hook] Well she touched in Miami, while you was doin' tracks (Doin' tracks) She even gave me couple bucks out ya stash She said it taste like pastry, what type of fruits is that (What type fruits is that) She wanna tattoo my name on her a** Them Gain Greene boys, they too advanced (Too advanced) How Jimmy let the game slip through his hands (f** you do that) When my songs come on, they do the dance (Do the dance) b**hes tattoo my name on they a** Got a foreign car, the new Coupe is black (Coupe is black) And I'm never too old, we movin' the cash Plus I piped your broad, how cool is that She wanna tattoo my name on her a** Freaky b**h, yeah Need a nice outro for this one Ain't gotta say much Vigilante Season, ya know Boss Don Biggavel' Dame Grease Four Horsemen baby, yeah Got bottles of that Grand Cru Ya know the industry, comin' for my head All these n***as talkin' greasy 'bout the boy Let's let the music speak for itself, ya know Lil' coke head n***as runnin' round the game Poppin' them percs, shrooms f** wit' ya boy b**h The Boss Don, oww Gotta love it Gain Greene, yeah