Big Magellan - We lyrics

[Intro: Life's Complex & Lieutenant General Jizza the 3] Yo Hmm Tic Tac… Squad! Here we go [Hook: Life's Complex & Lieutenant General Jizza the 3] What we got? Got the swag What we got? Got the cash Got the baddest chicks pulled up on our laps What we got? Got the cars What we got? Got the stacks Got some pretty ladies wanting autographs [Refrain: Rolex B] Yo I got the swag, man Yo I got the swag, man Yo I got the swag, man Yo I got the swag, man [Verse 1: Life's Complex] Rule one of the Tic Tac Squad, man, you got to have bars If you don't you can hit the exit, yeah it's on the far left Rule two: you got to keep some sharp breath Rule three: man, you know you better keep your car fresh My lines are so intelligent Rhymes are so impeccable They don't want me even though I'm good Boy go eat your vegetables You bugging me? Stop pestering They don't mess with me? Well don't mess with ‘em Could make a good song with some good lyrics And not even make it s**ual These fake rappers they obsess over Leave the real ones with the leftovers But it's cool cause while they flex on ‘em We steady scheme to be the next on it So don't stress homie You don't even know what I've been through You don't even know my past So how the hell you know what I can do? My future's bright, no candle ‘Lex thank you for this sample We f**ed around and made a banger Man, this ought to be our anthem So ladies keep your pants on And don't pa** these stanchions I don't f** with d**, no bath salts So there's nothing I can't handle And I'm gone [Interjection: Lieutenant General Jizza the 3] Woah, so hard Yo, Tic Tac Yo Yo, bounce with it [Verse 2: Big DJango] All these girls getting drunk Going out and getting crunk Cause they want to get a lick Of DJango's giant dick (LTGJ 3: so big!) Because Here's a tale about a man without a plan Making love into his hand Locks himself into the can (LTGJ 3: uhh) He ain't got no social game No he can't make ladies swoon Which is really quite sad Cause his end goal is poon! [Verse 3: Lieutenant General Jizza the 3] Course n***as can't rap as fast as me But no one else raps so naturally f** a b**h, slap on them fat titties When she cum hear her say (Big DJango: Oh baby!) Tic Tac, paddy whack, give your girl my bone Don't care when she say don't call her home Because I know you, you's a b**h, B Slap you harder than the U.S. on Japanese That's World War Two, bring war three Cause I'm Lieutenant the General the Jizza the 3 [Verse 4: Big Magellan] Big Magellan on the mic now (LTGJ 3: oh, f**) Rapping like the west coast Silky smooth like the G-funk era My rhymes only bring good vibes No terror [Verse 5: Vile Diarrhea] Uh, Vile Diarrr- What? I only got two bars?! Uh F-f** [Outro: Life's Complex and Lieutenant General Jizza the 3] What they say? Damn that's a good mixtape Can't believe them Nevada kids did this sh** right here 775, 702 725 Got damn Bars And them kids still in highschool? What the f**? Sheeit Drop fire! Fo' hunnit Swag