"Pitbull" lyrics
DUCKWRTH & IDK Lyrics
PitBull or poodle, your spinal chord is noodles
A nigga wanted beef, sweeter than a Toaster Strudel
I forgot my ID, tell security to Google
And quit being lazy, bitch, I'm amazing
Good damn, I'm the purpose of the evening
Chicken with the seasoning
Looking for another greater, please don't hold your breath
'Cause if you do, you'll never breathe again
A monster in these boots, that's Alexander McQueen on him
Another night to eat again, you can see the beast in him
Wiping all the blood of my fangs from teeth sinking in
I be with the shits, I be looking for a reasoning
Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up
I got to devour
Unless it's kinda it's tart or it's sour
DooDoo mama, wanna give me the power
Head game dumb, I'll be back in an hour, fuckboy
Chiddy Bang Bang, I don't want that
You should hang it up, like a thumb tack
You really think yo' baby is a ten
But every day she lookin' like a muskrat
I'm curious, twisting up my mustache
Thinking if I get to bussin', will you bust back?
Bucka, bucka, bucka on a pussy boy, boy
I'ma eat up everybody like a lunch snack
Mmm, you so tasty
Hannibal Lector, I'm crazy
Lucky for you, I'm kinda lazy
'Cause I would eat up everybody in this dumb ass industry party
Y'all think y'all tight in y'all Balenciagy, I chop y'all down like Mr. Miyagi
I'm twisted off of this Bacardi, agh!
You ain't know
I'm the shit
You a poodle
I'm a pit
Little bitch, little bitch
Little bitch, little bitch
I don't think, I just move fast
Before you blink, I just move past
Everybody, everything, I'ma go crash
Suicidal, pull the string, where the rope at?
You can go fuck yourself if you think you can fuck with me
No, fuck that, with a fucking ring
Shotgun, by myself, I can buck your team
I'm a loner, you a goner, and I love the screams
Now he dead as can be, now it's funeral time
Someone bring in the strings, agh
I love a defeat, yeah, I love what I see
Yeah, I love when he bleed
I don't love when he got time to run and flee
If he try to go to sleep, I make him run in his dreams
Now you know next time never run into me
You ain't know
I'm the shit
You a poodle
I'm a pit
Little bitch, little bitch
Little bitch, little bitch
Everything, everything, everything smooth
Bitch, I'm smooth
Get away, get away 'fore I eat yo' ass too
Eat you too
Chicken wang, chicken wang, little mama, what it do?
Little mama, what it do?
Little mama, what it do?
A nigga wanted beef, sweeter than a Toaster Strudel
I forgot my ID, tell security to Google
And quit being lazy, bitch, I'm amazing
Good damn, I'm the purpose of the evening
Chicken with the seasoning
Looking for another greater, please don't hold your breath
'Cause if you do, you'll never breathe again
A monster in these boots, that's Alexander McQueen on him
Another night to eat again, you can see the beast in him
Wiping all the blood of my fangs from teeth sinking in
I be with the shits, I be looking for a reasoning
Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up
I got to devour
Unless it's kinda it's tart or it's sour
DooDoo mama, wanna give me the power
Head game dumb, I'll be back in an hour, fuckboy
Chiddy Bang Bang, I don't want that
You should hang it up, like a thumb tack
You really think yo' baby is a ten
But every day she lookin' like a muskrat
I'm curious, twisting up my mustache
Thinking if I get to bussin', will you bust back?
Bucka, bucka, bucka on a pussy boy, boy
I'ma eat up everybody like a lunch snack
Mmm, you so tasty
Hannibal Lector, I'm crazy
Lucky for you, I'm kinda lazy
'Cause I would eat up everybody in this dumb ass industry party
Y'all think y'all tight in y'all Balenciagy, I chop y'all down like Mr. Miyagi
I'm twisted off of this Bacardi, agh!
You ain't know
I'm the shit
You a poodle
I'm a pit
Little bitch, little bitch
Little bitch, little bitch
I don't think, I just move fast
Before you blink, I just move past
Everybody, everything, I'ma go crash
Suicidal, pull the string, where the rope at?
You can go fuck yourself if you think you can fuck with me
No, fuck that, with a fucking ring
Shotgun, by myself, I can buck your team
I'm a loner, you a goner, and I love the screams
Now he dead as can be, now it's funeral time
Someone bring in the strings, agh
I love a defeat, yeah, I love what I see
Yeah, I love when he bleed
I don't love when he got time to run and flee
If he try to go to sleep, I make him run in his dreams
Now you know next time never run into me
You ain't know
I'm the shit
You a poodle
I'm a pit
Little bitch, little bitch
Little bitch, little bitch
Everything, everything, everything smooth
Bitch, I'm smooth
Get away, get away 'fore I eat yo' ass too
Eat you too
Chicken wang, chicken wang, little mama, what it do?
Little mama, what it do?
Little mama, what it do?
