CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Rodents
Came in the cut with a
Came in the but with a
You don't wear Versace you wear
You don't wear Versace you wear Versus
I don't see no competition, no versin'
I drop this perc I'm a different person
Let's go
(Aw yeah, TyMadeIt)
You don't wear Versace, that sh*t Versus (That sh*t Versus)
I don't see no competition, ain't no versin' (Ain't no versin')
Freestyle on my songs I don't rehearse it (I don't rehearse)
Feel like Lil Wayne, cause' I'ma just rebirth it (Yeah)
Choppa gеt to squeezin' get to squirtin' (Yeah)
30 round with the 3 round burstin' (Yеah)
Smokin' on dope, it's potent (It's what?)
I don't got time for rats, no rodents (Time for rats)
Look at these racks, in a Chanel bag (Uh-huh)
I got a gun in the bag, in the Chanel bag (Uh-huh)
500 for a bag, that's a Birkin
2 tone skelly that's the salary of a surgeon (Uh-huh)
Where he at? Shoot his ass
Leave him leakin', maxipad
Ay, pull up on him, let him have it
Gra gra gra, that's an automatic
3 round burst with me, I'ma let him have it
I'm ballin' like Dirk Nowitzki on the Mavericks
Want smoke? I'ma f**k around give you cancer
I'ma pull up on the scene like a f**kin' Pamper
I can turn a nun b*t*h to a dirty dancer
I can turn a dumb b*t*h to a brain champion
I don't ever run, b*t*h
I ain't scared of nuthin', b*t*h
Choppa like Nick Cannon, shoot it like a drum, b*t*h
Came in the but with a
You don't wear Versace you wear
You don't wear Versace you wear Versus
I don't see no competition, no versin'
I drop this perc I'm a different person
Let's go
(Aw yeah, TyMadeIt)
You don't wear Versace, that sh*t Versus (That sh*t Versus)
I don't see no competition, ain't no versin' (Ain't no versin')
Freestyle on my songs I don't rehearse it (I don't rehearse)
Feel like Lil Wayne, cause' I'ma just rebirth it (Yeah)
Choppa gеt to squeezin' get to squirtin' (Yeah)
30 round with the 3 round burstin' (Yеah)
Smokin' on dope, it's potent (It's what?)
I don't got time for rats, no rodents (Time for rats)
Look at these racks, in a Chanel bag (Uh-huh)
I got a gun in the bag, in the Chanel bag (Uh-huh)
500 for a bag, that's a Birkin
2 tone skelly that's the salary of a surgeon (Uh-huh)
Where he at? Shoot his ass
Leave him leakin', maxipad
Ay, pull up on him, let him have it
Gra gra gra, that's an automatic
3 round burst with me, I'ma let him have it
I'm ballin' like Dirk Nowitzki on the Mavericks
Want smoke? I'ma f**k around give you cancer
I'ma pull up on the scene like a f**kin' Pamper
I can turn a nun b*t*h to a dirty dancer
I can turn a dumb b*t*h to a brain champion
I don't ever run, b*t*h
I ain't scared of nuthin', b*t*h
Choppa like Nick Cannon, shoot it like a drum, b*t*h
