笨小笨Disciples歌词由Quavo演唱，出自专辑《Rocket Power》，下面是《Disciples》完整版歌词！
Disciples歌词完整版
Disciples - Quavo
Lyrics by：Oriel Bitton/Quavious Keyate Marshall/Shane Lindstrom
Composed by：Oriel Bitton/Quavious Keyate Marshall/Shane Lindstrom
Produced by：Bitton/Murda Beatz
This year I can't play with y'all niggas
I'm just sayin'
I just had my heart froze
And now I close my hand close
I ain't got nothin' to give
Niggas out here playin' playin'
I know it's been some years
But now I'm takin' xans pop it pop it
All tears for my mans tears
Wipe my eyes then start layin' wipe it
Don't be talkin' somebody watchin' shh
Get off the phone somebody
Clockin' what we doin'
Somebody hop in the whip let's slide
Skrrt skrrt
Ain't no demon we disciples 'ciples
Malcolm had a rifle had to roll up
In some bible paper yeah brr
That's my ***** I told her Suck it later
Call you back call you back
We got some **** we got to handle
Baby handle that handle that
If you ain't his Unc' I don't
Expect you to say ****
I'ma shoot my shot if
I get my chance I take it
Ain't no Muslim I need all the
Bacon I need all the cash
I'ma trap right here 'til the
Block gets vacant uh uh the blue
Now it turned into survival survive
I don't trust nothin' but my
Family and my rifle nothin'
I ain't payin' attention to
Nobody but my rivals nope
I ain't know I had that many
Bosses in my iPhone
Huh huh please don't tell
On me no way Holmes no way
Huh huh I'ma always find
You a way home swear
I got a big old bag I gotta
Keep a bag of that dog ****
Dirty money wash my hands with
Dirty money and wash it clean
Everybody know I'm gon' ignite
The way them birds sing brr
Preachin' nothin' violence
With my gun Huncho Luther King woo
What you wanna be you wanna
Be a gangster or a chief
Long as I live and I breathe
You can't take my seat huncho
This year I can't play with y'all niggas
I'm just sayin' just sayin'
I just had my heart froze
And now I close my hand close
I ain't got nothin' to give
Niggas out here playin' playin'
I know it's been some years
But now I'm takin' xans pop it pop it
All tears for my mans tears
Wipe my eyes then start layin'
Don't be talkin' somebody watchin'
Get off the phone somebody
Clockin' what we doin' somebody clockin'
Somebody hop in the whip
Let's slide skrrt skrrt
Ain't no demon we disciples 'ciples
Malcolm had a rifle had to
Roll up in some bible paper yeah brr
That's my ***** I told her
Suck it later call you back
We got some **** we got to handle baby yeah
Hello
Yo what's up
Man I don't even feel like
Talkin' right now man
I don't like talkin'
'Bout that **** on the phone
