Lyrics:
a weird red light
The pump and grind that I call my head
The suck milk nebula I use instead
The sweet cream clot and the sweet cream udder
The weird red
the udder to the mouth
We're all biding our time
From the uterus to the ground
And our hearts are cunning
(Like a lizard in the sun)
When they want
on 'em, my beats is crispy
My bars is like butter on 'em, with a udder on 'em
So if you a pimp, we even and bust a scudder on 'em
Mighty L, the biggest,
Recognize it's real and nuttin udder than that
Cause one from the mac'll have blood coverin your back, ha?
(Hook-4x [Lil Wayne])
Who wan' beef with 'em?
Who
snow
The black ones turn white and the white ones don't show
Big lamps in the sunset, between bovine dreams
Their icicled udders are waiting for
says you'll regret it?
One yank on that udder
Will land your butter
In a sling
First one's free
Cow junkies take heed
Cash Cow, coming to getcha!
whispered to me
"A leap of
Faith"
"Still thirsty?"
"Parched" (parched parched)
"Have some milk"
And I lowered myself beneath her swollen udder
Justice is here, and it's wearin' udders!
Yee-Ha! The cows are walkin' tall!
Home, home,
This ain't it, pal!
Home, home,
Home on the range!
Home,
comrade slash lover
Comcast CSPAN cover warfare rages on the other
Side of the world where the revolution udders
In a language besides brotherly love for
and taught 'em how to dress
Made a space so they can milk this way
Had 'em open up the udders
Broken off hat had folks in all colors
I wish a nigga would
It's never your fault, sweet mother
That I was raised in the days
Of the house-husband craze
But the taste of your loving udder
Was replaced by
girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit.
And the seven udders uttered,
The seven unders thundered,
The seven thunders
girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit.
And the seven udders uttered,
The seven unders thundered,
The seven thunders
girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit.
And the seven udders uttered,
The seven unders thundered,
The seven thunders
at the tip top lyrical structure
Floatin' like a soap bubble that you don't wann puncture
Or rupture, I write what I udder, mother mother mother
There's too
Don't udder because my style is buttah
The roughneck, green-eyed, funkdafied
For those girls who cry my style's worldwide (word em up)
I get Just-Ice,
girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit.
And the seven udders uttered,
The seven unders thundered,
The seven thunders
girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit.
And the seven udders uttered,
The seven unders thundered,
The seven thunders
girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit.
And the seven udders uttered,
The seven unders thundered,
The seven thunders
girls with ghetto names you know what I'm saying?
I love that shit.
And the seven udders uttered,
The seven unders thundered,
The seven thunders
in L.A.
This Heifer must be empty
'Cause she ain't puttin' out
Oh, E I E I O
Tell me, how do you milk a cow
{This song is absolutely an udder
of sky
Light whose I'm
passed through
The Creaking Shutters
Are talking to me
In a Furious wind
My rest greeted
by Crescent
Moon behind the roofs
Udder
to arrive
Mustering courage in my insecurity
Fantasies of you is what gives me drive
Woo ah, ah
Beauty embodied into perfection, udder temptation
n****
I just free my flood to the most time besides me, embrace the mud
Cause it's the reason we ain't built the same
I grab life by the udders, buddy we
