Текст песни Minute Maid - Mastamiind , SCXTT PILGRIM

Give me yo fucking toes nigga
Ayo turn the beat up, turn it up (I gotchu)
It's at max, it is at maximum volume
I don't understand, that's as loud as it goes

Aye 1,2,3 yuh
Yeah, okay like
I be flying high up in the sky just like a satellite
And I'm feeling hungry I might think I got an appetite
Praying that these bitches piss me off and I might fight a dyke
Ooh, damn
You get it, I whip it
She misbehave then get to back to the kitchen
You best believe that I'm fly like a pigeon
And I got the bars like imma cell door in a prison
Ay but like, whatchu thinking so far
Yea, it's hard
Imma hit the beat just like an 808
I'm finna, get the juice like it's Minute Maid
I'm burning up the like the sun, you could use some shade
And she blow on my dick like it's creme broulea (Okay like)
Making it rain just like the weatherman
Honestly I might just go and finger fuck a bitch right of the adrenaline
Got your girly bumping all my songs cus all they better than
And she got a big gapped tooth David Letterman (Yea, okay)

I'm back like scoliosis, all but focused
Like a witch I got the potion, I'm atrocious
Two dots on em like a colon, aim at sofas
Crazy when I crunch the beat
Like its cinnamon toasted, uh yeah
Ayo Miind, what you think of this beat dawg
Yea, its fye
Tight as a tie, and my bread stacking high
Bitch sweet lemon lime, that chick mighty fine
You a pussy you running like Mr. Noodle
She lick icing off my dick like a toaster strudel
She eat dick like chips like a bag of Bugles
Fuck a grandma that can't work computers
Like its Planet Drool, I think niggas they sleep on us
My coupe the color of Funions I'm rude on it
Punch a bitch boy in a loop, got his tooth flying
Minute Maid my drip be sweet like the juice on it
She take kids on that ass like a booster seat
I cannot fuck the bitch if she got rooster feet
I cant fuck with these niggas, its done, capeche
Bitch getting wetter than a fucking coral reef
And I'm sorry not sorry I don't fuck with peeps
Unless its my nigga Scxtt, then we must defeat
Niggas watching our moves, my neck wet like a pool
And we back in this bitch with ya bitch to keep, whore (Aye 1,2,3 yuh)

Yeah, okay like
I be flying high up in the sky just like a satellite
And I'm feeling hungry I might think I got an appetite
Praying that these bitches piss me off and I might fight a dyke
Ooh, damn! You get it, I whip it
She misbehave then get to back to the kitchen
You best believe that I'm fly like a pigeon
And I got the bars like imma cell door in a prison
Ay but like, whatchu thinking so far
Yea, It's hard
Imma hit the beat just like an 808
I'm finna, get the juice like it's Minute Maid
I'm burning up the like the sun, you could use some shade
And she blow on my dick like it's creme broulea (Okay like)
Making it rain just like the weatherman
Honestly I might just go and finger fuck a bitch right of the adrenaline
Got your girly bumping all my songs cus all they better than
And she got a big gapped tooth David Letterman (Yea, okay)