笨小笨Way I Get It (feat. Rick Ross) (Explicit)歌词由Werewolf Boy&Rick Ross演唱，出自专辑《Way I Get It (feat. Rick Ross) [Explicit]》，下面是《Way I Get It (feat. Rick Ross) (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Way I Get It (feat. Rick Ross) (Explicit)歌词完整版
Way I Get It (feat. Rick Ross) (Explicit) - Werewolf Boy/Rick Ross
Lyrics by：Muhammad Gregorian Ghodzali/William Leonard Roberts II
Produced by：Anno Domini
Rowstrap even though left less
Ceremony failed either though defjam
Making me warned wish me dem salem
Roasted on boy making love berzine
Rhythm makes me d**e fasting lone down wet
Risking the mandible whisky my d**e brand
And drowning vibe with these
Vibe with these
Vibe with these
Vibe with these
Your torment never stop
Watching me suck your self
Me the blend for any races
In the whole sand the man
Which neither have owned
The game prospocaholic rhythm god
In term val is von ido mat man
Who's the gerald is G
On flexing capitol bone silit dog so bark
On dog tor me in d**e west on dept
Hailey for double U in deck throat
Cutting depth in def we pray
The lack me boy **** in them win
The notes risk my doubts
'Bout you the mess
Finally I could compares
Your boy to my d**k damn so wet
Lit be warning inside yourself
You paying the witchcraft for
Dept on death list *****
War to my ex so bled in wept
In t-rex road on black so dept on deck
Hunnid blocks on the dot
Ricky ross new whip tennis
Shoes and the socks socks
I'm up in secret city yeah
That boy got that bling on
You better get the phone them bricks
Selling like ring tones
Stepping out fresh fresh stepping out clean clean
My nigga young mob the boy DPC
When I'm up in the D
We gone stunt like a dawg
My niggas dropped out of school
Broke and subject to ball
Don't worry 'bout the crackers
'Cause the crackers ain't sharp
How I'm looking in the phantom
***** you know that I'm the mob
See the grill in the front
I get the feeling of flaunts
Look how you feeling Ricky Ross
I get a million a month
So mob so mob
How I get it so mob
Pulling up to the trap
Fresh off of blow jobs
Yeah them thousand dollar
Jeans p***y niggas tell lies
If you waiting on the side
Boy just hit my cell back
On deck timex my own rap
On the wack on lap with
That the bad so sad
On that less beg on met drown
That hymn that diss
That find that wasted
And d**e wine that on that so thats
I mean like woah
Sippin the tea I mean like woah
Making the **** I've been like woah
Tipsy dipsy I mean like woah
Yin on yang **** I mean like woah
**** on me
******* waiting my game on my rhapsody
Flex the fake **** lamb I got honey
Making my boo the western **** sadly
Damn
I told my sister to live again
It seems her best
Friend knows better about the jam
My friend the best boy
Beast logic known all the game
The Anselm Salomon Von
Rothschild is on the game
You DJ waste woah
I'm not bad but I'm the man
Tell me who she now lacking mind
In the wish for the go my own term
I ******* lone but my
Decision torn on them
The wish been end
And now I have my sister
Smile but she is she
And betty only mind on me
Thats satisfactory
Think on me now outalame
I'm the wrist for your man
Before you broke in term
And now on game
You in my game
Or I'm the man
Damn
