Lazymuthafucka Lyrics
| Song | Lazymuthafucka |
| Artist | The Coup |
| Album | Party Music |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Riley | |
| Now when I go to bed it's almost time to wake up | |
| Tryin' not to go to jail, tryin' not to cake up | |
| And even when I serve soda it would be cold as **** | |
| Shiverin' in my sock, servin' ice for ten bucks | |
| And you'd be in the house, all warm and shit | |
| And ya ass got the sweater with the fire lit | |
| And whatever ya want you ain't gotta lift a finger | |
| If ya wanna a glass of water hit the maid on the ringer | |
| Got a job for you under this hot ass sun | |
| You tellin' me to hurry up and get some more shit done | |
| I be so tired when I spit all my words slur together | |
| Got so many calluses my hands are like leather | |
| Watchin' MTV in yo big ass chair | |
| Tryin' out slang words while you combin' ya hair | |
| Ya productivity is wack bring that box here fo-sheezy | |
| Go get some coffee, player, punch out before ya leave | |
| Gotcho' feet up on the desk noddin' off to sleep | |
| While I lift, push, pull, dig, sweat, and sweep | |
| I could work hard all my life and in the end still suffer | |
| 'Cause the world is controlled by you lazy mother****ers | |
| Lazy mother****er, lazy mother****er | |
| You's a lazy mother****er, lazy mother****er | |
| Now you don't wash yo ass, you got a personal bather | |
| If you roll out of bed it's like you doin' a favor | |
| You was born into paper and that behavior | |
| For a midnight snack, you have the bedroom catered | |
| You ain't never learned to drive or tie yo shoe | |
| I got my ear to the street and my eye on you | |
| You got a secretary to write down your thoughts | |
| On how to make us work hard and fatten up your vaults | |
| TV say if ya poor, you must be slow and shiftless | |
| But you pay em' to say that, so we don't want it different | |
| Got a cook and a girl to bring the tray for you | |
| You're hearin' this 'cause somebody pushed play for you | |
| My head is poundin' now and my hands are shakin' | |
| To keep my eyelids open takes concentration | |
| I don't get no rest it's just a stay alive hustle | |
| Making you stay rich without you moving a muscle | |
| You think of people as your tool, so when your dick salute | |
| You have a butler get the phone and call a prostitute | |
| And say your sex drive's stronger than the engine of a trucker | |
| But she'll have to be on top cause you a lazy mother****er | |
| Lazy mother****er, lazy mother****er | |
| You's a lazy mother****er, lazy mother****er | |
| You's a lazy mother****er, lazy mother****er | |
| You's a lazy mother****er, lazy mother****er | |
| A hundred person house there just to sanitize | |
| You know you don't give a **** but they all despise you | |
| Millions over millions makin' shit for you to sell | |
| But police on alert just in case we rebel | |
| But it's gon' happen, captain, hope ya know that's why I'm rappin' | |
| Once the toes start tappin', hands with gats start clappin', | |
| 'Cause this whole system's waitin' for you to kick it in Paris | |
| Or roll through Hong Kong in a rickshaw carriage | |
| So when you spend a dollar that's ten seconds of my time | |
| And when ya spend a billion that's my life and that's a crime | |
| 'Cause for me life is hard like a track that I'm reppin' on | |
| Callin' for the freedom of the backs that you steppin' on | |
| Later for the pull up ya boot strap fastened | |
| 'Cause hard work got me to the chiropractor | |
| But we can work hard to take back the bread and butter | |
| Cause all these multimillionaires is lazy mother****ers | |
| Lazy mother****er, lazy mother****er | |
| You's a lazy mother****er, lazy mother****er | |
| You's a lazy mother****er, lazy mother****er | |
| You's a lazy mother****er, lazy mother****er |
| zuo ci : Riley | |
| Now when I go to bed it' s almost time to wake up | |
| Tryin' not to go to jail, tryin' not to cake up | |
| And even when I serve soda it would be cold as | |
| Shiverin' in my sock, servin' ice for ten bucks | |
| And you' d be in the house, all warm and shit | |
| And ya ass got the sweater with the fire lit | |
| And whatever ya want you ain' t gotta lift a finger | |
| If ya wanna a glass of water hit the maid on the ringer | |
| Got a job for you under this hot ass sun | |
| You tellin' me to hurry up and get some more shit done | |
| I be so tired when I spit all my words slur together | |
| Got so many calluses my hands are like leather | |
| Watchin' MTV in yo big ass chair | |
| Tryin' out slang words while you combin' ya hair | |
| Ya productivity is wack bring that box here fosheezy | |
| Go get some coffee, player, punch out before ya leave | |
| Gotcho' feet up on the desk noddin' off to sleep | |
| While I lift, push, pull, dig, sweat, and sweep | |
| I could work hard all my life and in the end still suffer | |
| ' Cause the world is controlled by you lazy mother ers | |
| Lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| Now you don' t wash yo ass, you got a personal bather | |
| If you roll out of bed it' s like you doin' a favor | |
| You was born into paper and that behavior | |
| For a midnight snack, you have the bedroom catered | |
| You ain' t never learned to drive or tie yo shoe | |
| I got my ear to the street and my eye on you | |
| You got a secretary to write down your thoughts | |
| On how to make us work hard and fatten up your vaults | |
| TV say if ya poor, you must be slow and shiftless | |
| But you pay em' to say that, so we don' t want it different | |
| Got a cook and a girl to bring the tray for you | |
| You' re hearin' this ' cause somebody pushed play for you | |
| My head is poundin' now and my hands are shakin' | |
| To keep my eyelids open takes concentration | |
| I don' t get no rest it' s just a stay alive hustle | |
| Making you stay rich without you moving a muscle | |
| You think of people as your tool, so when your dick salute | |
| You have a butler get the phone and call a prostitute | |
| And say your sex drive' s stronger than the engine of a trucker | |
| But she' ll have to be on top cause you a lazy mother er | |
| Lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| A hundred person house there just to sanitize | |
| You know you don' t give a but they all despise you | |
| Millions over millions makin' shit for you to sell | |
| But police on alert just in case we rebel | |
| But it' s gon' happen, captain, hope ya know that' s why I' m rappin' | |
| Once the toes start tappin', hands with gats start clappin', | |
| ' Cause this whole system' s waitin' for you to kick it in Paris | |
| Or roll through Hong Kong in a rickshaw carriage | |
| So when you spend a dollar that' s ten seconds of my time | |
| And when ya spend a billion that' s my life and that' s a crime | |
| ' Cause for me life is hard like a track that I' m reppin' on | |
| Callin' for the freedom of the backs that you steppin' on | |
| Later for the pull up ya boot strap fastened | |
| ' Cause hard work got me to the chiropractor | |
| But we can work hard to take back the bread and butter | |
| Cause all these multimillionaires is lazy mother ers | |
| Lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er |
| zuò cí : Riley | |
| Now when I go to bed it' s almost time to wake up | |
| Tryin' not to go to jail, tryin' not to cake up | |
| And even when I serve soda it would be cold as | |
| Shiverin' in my sock, servin' ice for ten bucks | |
| And you' d be in the house, all warm and shit | |
| And ya ass got the sweater with the fire lit | |
| And whatever ya want you ain' t gotta lift a finger | |
| If ya wanna a glass of water hit the maid on the ringer | |
| Got a job for you under this hot ass sun | |
| You tellin' me to hurry up and get some more shit done | |
| I be so tired when I spit all my words slur together | |
| Got so many calluses my hands are like leather | |
| Watchin' MTV in yo big ass chair | |
| Tryin' out slang words while you combin' ya hair | |
| Ya productivity is wack bring that box here fosheezy | |
| Go get some coffee, player, punch out before ya leave | |
| Gotcho' feet up on the desk noddin' off to sleep | |
| While I lift, push, pull, dig, sweat, and sweep | |
| I could work hard all my life and in the end still suffer | |
| ' Cause the world is controlled by you lazy mother ers | |
| Lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| Now you don' t wash yo ass, you got a personal bather | |
| If you roll out of bed it' s like you doin' a favor | |
| You was born into paper and that behavior | |
| For a midnight snack, you have the bedroom catered | |
| You ain' t never learned to drive or tie yo shoe | |
| I got my ear to the street and my eye on you | |
| You got a secretary to write down your thoughts | |
| On how to make us work hard and fatten up your vaults | |
| TV say if ya poor, you must be slow and shiftless | |
| But you pay em' to say that, so we don' t want it different | |
| Got a cook and a girl to bring the tray for you | |
| You' re hearin' this ' cause somebody pushed play for you | |
| My head is poundin' now and my hands are shakin' | |
| To keep my eyelids open takes concentration | |
| I don' t get no rest it' s just a stay alive hustle | |
| Making you stay rich without you moving a muscle | |
| You think of people as your tool, so when your dick salute | |
| You have a butler get the phone and call a prostitute | |
| And say your sex drive' s stronger than the engine of a trucker | |
| But she' ll have to be on top cause you a lazy mother er | |
| Lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| A hundred person house there just to sanitize | |
| You know you don' t give a but they all despise you | |
| Millions over millions makin' shit for you to sell | |
| But police on alert just in case we rebel | |
| But it' s gon' happen, captain, hope ya know that' s why I' m rappin' | |
| Once the toes start tappin', hands with gats start clappin', | |
| ' Cause this whole system' s waitin' for you to kick it in Paris | |
| Or roll through Hong Kong in a rickshaw carriage | |
| So when you spend a dollar that' s ten seconds of my time | |
| And when ya spend a billion that' s my life and that' s a crime | |
| ' Cause for me life is hard like a track that I' m reppin' on | |
| Callin' for the freedom of the backs that you steppin' on | |
| Later for the pull up ya boot strap fastened | |
| ' Cause hard work got me to the chiropractor | |
| But we can work hard to take back the bread and butter | |
| Cause all these multimillionaires is lazy mother ers | |
| Lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er | |
| You' s a lazy mother er, lazy mother er |
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