On Q
Title | On Q |
---|---|
Artist | King Fantastic |
Album | Finger Snaps and Gun Claps |
Release Date | 2010-06-15 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Verse 1: Reese One] Was it cracking last night? Whaaat? I went so nuts I was so fucked up I was geekin' like the glee club, nigga I was lit Every other song they was playing my shit We in here thick, buddy we win These all my friends and they all go in Standing on tables, spittin' out drank In a bitch face going hard in the paint Ain't no case, I do what I feel like Hit the bathroom and I came out real right Head feel real light, now I'm floating Smoking, sniffing got me open Took a few shots now I'm out there stupid Promoter looking at us like, "fuck I knew it" He can't say shit 'cuz we dropping hella bread And the dope that I'm on getting to a nigga head I turn my bottle upside down That's for all the dead homies that's how I clown So Rick James in the middle of the flo' I'm dancing like a tweaker, throwing money at the speakers On my L.A. gangster shit Two stepping to the boogie Plenty dough for the cookies In a mansion full of rookies like, "left young gunner" I'm the life of the party for the next few summers [Hook] Oh my God Look at me From my head To my feet I feel like I'm made of sunshine Mr. DJ, would you drop that beat one time [Verse 2: Reese one] Did the after party crack? Man, I was headed to the house that wasn't even in the plan But they drove me to a spot on the four and the sunset Hella hollywood and I'm in there dumb wet Skinny ass glam chicks standing in line I'm kinda into thick ho's with niggas on they mind Do another line, have another drink am I really in the back fucking Buffy on the sink This shit getting wild that's for sheezy These ho's is wasted and they easy And I'm easy and I'm wasted And anotha' little white chick is on my bracelet Made a mistake, shit, yes I did And the dirty details ain't fit for kids Party like a rockstar, no not quite I partied like a motherfucking nigga last night You might also like[Hook] Oh my God Look at me From my head To my feet I feel like I'm made of sunshine Mr. DJ, would you drop that beat one time Oh my God Look at me From my head To my feet I feel like I'm made of sunshine Mr. DJ, would you drop that beat one time |