Ah Li - L Seng Zi 歌词

Kyrie & Luka (Explicit) - Eminem/2 Chainz

Lyrics by:Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/T. Epps/E. Barrier/W. Griffin

Composed by:Luis Resto/Marshall Mathers/T. Epps/E. Barrier/W. Griffin

Produced by:2 Chainz/Eminem

A.T.L.​

What's up shawty

N.Y.C.​

Yo-yo-yo kid

D-Town what up doe

Toni

Standin' on the speaker tall as Burj Khalifa

Powder on the plate that turn your girl into Eureka

Remember if I don't see it then I don't believe it

I done did some pretty dumb things on the tequila

Birthday in Vegas layin' with my weezy

Asked to invite her friends she like "Boy I don't believe ya"

I'm just tryna live and they turn into evil

My partner is a Crip the only thing he eat is seafood

School of hard knocks I can **** around and teach you Uh

License to kill and I just got 'em renewed Uh

Spoke to Def Jam and they talkin' 'bout a renote

Spoke to Ghazi he can pay me in crypto Yeah

Bored Ape Yacht Club yeah I'm Ricky Steamboat

And you know my vibe I'm mixin' mine with the pinot

I say scratch that gone and bring it back like Preemo

I say scratch that gone and bring it back like Preemo

You know my set I'm throwin' dollar signs

I lick her neck and turn the body to a water slide

I'm in the bottom of my bag like some hot fries

Toni Toni Toni Toni Toni that my top five ****

Now watch me swag on this beat

Enough to make Rakim proud of me

You got my math and your ***** a*s post somethin' negative

You coulda called me

I'm from the dark side but the whip lightskin

I do what I wanna do like white men

I hit you in the ******* head with the mic stand

I **** my girl in the daytime on a nightstand

You ain't know that did ya

Real recognize real and you don't look familiar

I'm from Riverdale Road we ain't got no river

Got the pole concealed behind the partition listen

A trap n***a I perform at bar mitzvah

A trap n***a I perform at the Crystals

I ain't gon' fight but I still tote pistols

Ain't gon' kill ya all I got to do is whistle

Failed whistle noise damn I think my whistle off Off

They've been plagiarisin' they've been stealin' sauce Sauce

Soon as I see 'em I'ma pick 'em off

I got a beard but I must ask Ricky Ross Huh

God took his time with me

Kingpins wanna sign with me

Gunshots is truly Atlanta

While things are goin' left like Julius Randle

I got this **** lit no need for a candle

Just like Kyrie I got this **** handled Yeah

Just like Kyrie I got this **** handled

Walkin' around your party like where the party at

Yeah Bacardí and 'Gnac could lead to a cardiac

But I'm drunk and I give a **** like how Cardi act Cardi

I'm already back I just had to run to my car to yack

Headache an Aleve I'ma need eight of 'em Woah

For pete's sake I've been steppin' on leaf rakes again Ow

I keep wakin' up in the bed with complete strangers

And I eat prazosin get more chicks than Pete Davidson Woah

Man I can't help it I'm me No I got the devil in me Yup

Let me put it more delicately Here

**** your feelings I'm a felon p***y you're jealous of me

Prolly 'cause my cerebellum's a parabellum p***y

Even if I swear to celibacy

I'd still be like a female that's hooking Why

Ain't **** you can do to stop me from sellin' p***y Oh

Yeah warped mind your rhymes

Are so ******* washed up I call 'em shorelines Woo

But as long as a nine-year-old's mind is washable

I'ma search 'til I find the most awfullest line as possible Yeah

Mind is off all I need is a small little pint of vodka

To be talked into tryna walk up inside of a Shriner's hospital and Gunfire

They're tryna make Marshall the guy responsible For what

For little Joshua's giant arsenal

Like I'm also the reason his .9 is cocked and he brought his tool

And decides to hide it inside of his locker

'Till the next time he's picked on at school

But you're out of your gourd

If you're thinkin' that I ain't killin' this beat

I'm not even forcin' myself to vomit

But if I had a ******* eating disorder

Or anorexia believe me I couldn't body this more for ya Yeah

Man I'm beyond childish *****

When I'm on Valiums Yeah just like mom downs 'em

They call it Munchausen Why

'Cause she hands me some Here

Then says "C'mon chow son Chow son

These are non-drowsen Uhh

I mean non-drowsy Right but they'll help you calm down some"

So before I zonk out I'm tryna make Rob proud

I'm hopin' this song riles him

I pop like nine thousand I'm outy five-thousand Oh

Hold up One more thing

Spit syllables on the mic and it move

Like I'm at Drew's even if I win or lose

I'm in the news even my interviews Yeah

Get like five million views I get accused

Of misogyny because I will massage any ***** just like a masseuse

Mixin' NyQuil and booze Heineken brews

Hide 'em inside of my shoes ah Sike what the ****

I'm just playin' ******* mumble rap