.13 Cents by YOUNG MU$TY Lyrics
[Intro: Ol' Man Slime]
Aye, God-damn it
Give me a God-damn cigarette you son of a bitch
Come here, God-damn it, come here bitch, give me my cigarette bitch, where's the lighter?
Give me my fuckin' lighter, bitch!
[Verse 1]
My chopper depressed got it singing the blues
A moment of silence for the spirit that flew
These bitches want hints but I’m not leaving clues
I am not a dog don’t call me Blues Clues
You stand in my way then I’m running through you
I'm feelin' sick I think I got thе flu
Ballin' like Gilbert Arenas
I hop in thе Prius
We going to Venus
She suck on my penis
She praying to Jesus
I’m suckin' her cleavage
You look like Butthead but don’t call me Beavis
I am like David, you are like Goliath
Talk smack about me I hope you don’t try it
I got the Nina, I might just pull it (Pull it, God-damn)
These scars so deep
Yeah I'm feeling so wounded
Smoking' palm trees, green leaf
Take a picture and say cheese
Pull out my dick I'm like "Oh geez"
This that organic meat
Take a seat
It's dinner time and you finna eat
Take a seat
Dinner time and you finna eat
Anytime that MU$TY speak
It’s facts, as a matter fact
You gon' take it back
If you don’t want smoke
You don’t lack about it
You won’t talk about it
You won’t speak about it
Know my name you gon' respek it
Know my name
Know my name, this is not a game
You a shame
You a shame to never respect the name
MU$TY is a goat & you know he want it as bad as you don’t
You know he head to the top when you won’t
You do not want none of the smoke
(You do not want none of the smoke, damn
When I tell you, you better listen, 'cause I ain’t telling you no more boy! You understand me?)
[Bridge: YOUNG MU$TY]
Matter fact, speaking fact
Yeah relax, (Relax, man) take it back
You don't strap, never that
[Outro: Ol' Man Slime]
Fuckin', what the fuck?
Give me my cigarette back, bitch
It ain't no God-damn .13 cents for no God-damn cigarette
Aye, God-damn it
Give me a God-damn cigarette you son of a bitch
Come here, God-damn it, come here bitch, give me my cigarette bitch, where's the lighter?
Give me my fuckin' lighter, bitch!
[Verse 1]
My chopper depressed got it singing the blues
A moment of silence for the spirit that flew
These bitches want hints but I’m not leaving clues
I am not a dog don’t call me Blues Clues
You stand in my way then I’m running through you
I'm feelin' sick I think I got thе flu
Ballin' like Gilbert Arenas
I hop in thе Prius
We going to Venus
She suck on my penis
She praying to Jesus
I’m suckin' her cleavage
You look like Butthead but don’t call me Beavis
I am like David, you are like Goliath
Talk smack about me I hope you don’t try it
I got the Nina, I might just pull it (Pull it, God-damn)
These scars so deep
Yeah I'm feeling so wounded
Smoking' palm trees, green leaf
Take a picture and say cheese
Pull out my dick I'm like "Oh geez"
This that organic meat
Take a seat
It's dinner time and you finna eat
Take a seat
Dinner time and you finna eat
Anytime that MU$TY speak
It’s facts, as a matter fact
You gon' take it back
If you don’t want smoke
You don’t lack about it
You won’t talk about it
You won’t speak about it
Know my name you gon' respek it
Know my name
Know my name, this is not a game
You a shame
You a shame to never respect the name
MU$TY is a goat & you know he want it as bad as you don’t
You know he head to the top when you won’t
You do not want none of the smoke
(You do not want none of the smoke, damn
When I tell you, you better listen, 'cause I ain’t telling you no more boy! You understand me?)
[Bridge: YOUNG MU$TY]
Matter fact, speaking fact
Yeah relax, (Relax, man) take it back
You don't strap, never that
[Outro: Ol' Man Slime]
Fuckin', what the fuck?
Give me my cigarette back, bitch
It ain't no God-damn .13 cents for no God-damn cigarette