God Nah Sleep [Rise And Fall Story]

de Chip

Swag (swag swag swag)

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday
January, February, March April Mayday
We'll be getting bitches, going motherfucking crazay!
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday
January, February, March April Mayday
We'll be getting bitches, going motherfucking crazay!

[Tinie Tempah]
January, February, March April Mayday
I like my brown coffee with some motherfucking Baileys
I'm never banging (uhh) probably never banging (yeah)
But I shout out, the nigga Bow Wow
and shout out the nigga Ray J
Riding my Mercedes, whiter than the K, K K, (swag)
Chauffeur don't impress 'em, then I bet the fucking may may
I'm private so I put my girls on seperate planes to vacate
And I promise I'ma land and they ain't even mis raining
I talk talk, I walk, stars come out when I tour
Will I Am, a thug you bitch, two peas in a pod
I got so many awards, I'm a 'mill short of the four
That's a slight exagerration
but I'm never gonna' be poor, bitch!

[Chipmunk]
Okay, so Tinie wants me on Mayday
Every day is my payday
Talk shit and get punched up, my niggas got David Hay way
Whiskey on the rock's what we taste
Drink until I can't pee straight
And your girl wants a golden waterfall
that's what I call a P take
I got 30 odd on my neck, 25 on my wrist
Couple rabbits go (ahh) to make this fur coat that I'm in
Straight, relocate to another town
Every year that's another house
Picture me when I'm 25, Lord help me, I'm 20 now
And my attitude's a little street
Girls give me brain and still call me sweet
I don't kiss, let alone tell
but there's 'nuff famous girls that I've beat
Straight, I've been doing this 'ting properly
Close to the jewels to the property
Scolding still ain't as hot as me
And I make Muhammad, that's profit G!

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, (Soulja Boy tell 'em)
January, February, March April Mayday
We'll be getting bitches, going motherfucking crazay!
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday
Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, Mayday
January, February, March April Mayday
We'll be getting bitches, going motherfucking crazay!
(We in the club, it's going down, let's get 'em!)

[Soulja Boy]
January, February, March April Mayday
Yes, I hop up out the bed and you know that it's a payday
Everywhere we go we got the girls going crazay
Christmas in my ashtray
Oh mayne, that shit cray'
Oh mayne, hold up mayne, that G6 uhh vacate
I hit the block, I'ma gone scrape
Poured up with the sun ray
Soulja tell 'em, I ain't whatcha say
I pulled up like Santa's sleigh
Money on deck, every day
Cashed up, yeah I'm getting payed
Her ass fat like Jenna Shay
I'm tatted up like Lil' Wayne
Let her on, we run the train
My alias ain't AKA
My snapback is Obey
I'm on her head like a Toupé
Yeah everybody know me, we can mention it, yeah okay!