Текст D–Pryde – Wings Up

Intro:
Yeah
Wings up
Wings up

Verse 1:
Oh my God who just came in
Colder than your basement
Flaming asian Satan
Got these ladies going apish
I’m Adidas, you’re so K-Swiss
I’m so brandish, you’re no name-ish
Every party we walk into is an A-List
Cause we asian, every city, state, or some province
Every party that I’m in
I’m the asian Ray Romano baby, Everybody Loves Ramen
You can’t beat at tucan
Ridin’ ’round in my Honda
Pulling in my Corolla
But I stunt like I’m in a Bugatti
Is that short tan chicky boy
That looks like he’s a Jonas
Be banging mad secretaries
Have you slinding my outfits
Your girl be on her period
But she kissing where my colon is
Haters want to hate
But we don’t even break face
Cause the chicken are all over
They should position their lips

Verse 2:
Oh my, I do it
Hates want a bit of me
Since you visit my youtube
I could say it went down in some history
Methaphors and similies be tearing up
These rap cats
Strands of sweaty black
Hairy sticking out in my snap-back
Net beef, I’m past that
Rough how I play
Sub tweeting people
That’s what we call tough nowadays
I can’t believe it, you serious
Where the good music go
Got the stupid flow, so musical
And my lyrics like my girl, so beautiful
Holy cow, punching like I’m Rocky
With no watts so they call me brokey now
I won’t stop ’till I’ll be am wearing
Hugo and them rolex, go hard is what they told me
Some I’m stoney when I come around
Que pasa senioritas, we a team
That pleases D-cups in this game
There’s only one eye, no Leela
This a warm up for all them haters
That they tryin’ to get right next to me
I’m rocking mics respectively
I wreck this beat, Prizzy bye

Outro:
Pryde, Pryde, D
Pryde, Pryde, D
Pryde, Pryde, D
Pryde, Pryde
Wings up
Wings up
Put your wings up
Everybody in the God damn building
Let me see you put your wings up