Текст песни Yukmouth - Kidnap U
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[Yukmouth]Hey girl what you doin? (Wooooooh)You busy? (ooohhh)Well let a nigga come kidnap you, ya dig?" (ohhhh)Scoop you up take you on a lil` adventure, ya dig? (Yeaaaaaaaaaah)Aiight I`m commin round[Verse 1 – Yukmouth]She said her nigga used to scoop her at the boxerTake her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh)Rock her wrists out but bitch he ain`t a mobsterYukmouth your best friend your lover and your fatherThe baller, I`ll be the first to fuck you in the prowler (that`s right)Huh, I ain`t gon call ya like them niggaz that jock yaBitch I ain`t gon follow ya like niggaz that stalk ya (uh-huh)Huh, I give ya space, call me up just to rock yaKnock ya boots break ya off properGet loose ya head doctorLet me kidnap you, hold you for ransomNo holdin` hands or romancin` just fuckin` to this anthemPoppin champagne bottles and then someI`m a boss like Tony Dense and money make me handsomeThe coup make them wanna fuck a nigga on the flukeAnd them jewels make them bitches pop that Gucci like glueSo what you wan do? Barbeque a meal do?I`ll wheel through; steal you for a night, what`s the deal boo? (Whooo oh oh)[Hook – Who`s Who]Let me take you away to ecstasy (Baby)Baby done where you wanna be (ooh yeah)Let me kidnap you.Let me kidnap you tonite (c`mon baby)Do everything you wanna do (c`mon baby whatever you want)I jus wanna spend the nite with you (baby)Let me kidnap you (yeaah)Let me kidnap you tonite (ooohhh)[Verse 2 – Yukmouth]She said her nigga used to take her to the tropicsAll of the diamonds flawlessPrada boots he copped it, Gucci shoes he copped itNow, switch the topicYou like the chronic or that hypnotic or ex pills, let`s get it poppin`I have you dancing topless don`t stop itDropping of that chronic, hypnotic its only logicI put it deep in ya stomach and make you run from it, cum from itThe pun ani get crushed like pun done itYa man, ya husband, ya dude, ya fiancéNeed to cherish you; you got an ass like BeyonceA face like Mya a body like FreeTits like the queen bee with tattoos like eve, Bo!Your man a geek he borin` out, tourin` outScoop you up at 3 in the morning ridin something foreignAnd get ya wetter than rain wen its pourin`I bang, bang, bang till six in the mornin`![Hook][Verse 3 – Nyce]Well it`s the heartbreaker, Mack makeup and markJake up at the large paper and spill ya pockets for me boss player (???)I make em floss now make em think they`ll toss laterTake me shoppin` for jew-ells and minx in Las VegasI cause paper Nyce-tee ain`t a bimboI drive the Benzo the back seat is where ya friends goPedal to the metal in Gucci stilettosI will punch the shit out-a bitch I`m still ghetto22 inch mo mo`s them other hoes is so soMe nolo trim`s Louie bag colourful logo`sHah, federal niggaz is a no noI can`t stand you hobo`sSo step it the fuck up if your doe lowYour hoe, your bitch, your wife, your fiancéNeed to cherish you you got more whites than libera chiSo let`s pretend like we both got nobodyLet`s hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party[Hook]