Trellion - Ay lyrics

[Verse 1: Lee Scott] Just because I end a statement with "mate" doesn't make ya my mate I snatched the steak from your plate, then slap you in the face They call me Nigel Mansell-'tache With jazz in the background, fondling a bag of cash And you don't need to be told but I'm rare Me blood coagulates into solid gold when exposed to the air I burn trees, and blame Smokey the Bear I've got flair, but the rest of me's not there I'll be as happy as Pharrell once I stop larrying to Hell Jack your stash of Gary's and Valiums to sell To myself, to help with the grief While I'm dragging a gazelle by it's hind legs with my teeth "V" is for the Vallies, I need to forget the women Who are now my exs, 'cause I couldn't make it off the Z-list And cult road man don't slow dance with the money crop And get caught, with both hands in the honey pot I woke up, and hit the snooze bu*ton This beat, makes me wanna sing the blues f**in' I tried to walk away but I stumbled like Macy Gray I wrote this verse quicker than the time it takes to say Aye, aye y'all It'll be okay if we say so Pay slow, we wanna war but we don't wanna pay though [Hook 1: Milkavelli] Ohh.. Today was a good day, today was a good day Today was a good day, Today was a good day [Verse 2: Trellion] Yo, all these b**hes wanna blow me off They say I'm a nice guy, no I'm not Okay I get it, it's the D I give 'em You say you want realism, I'm what real-isn't That's real noble of you Trell Just tell it how it is, I hope no one's doin' well People tell me just knowing me is swell Throw your b**h a white tee, a super soaker would've helped (Wow) She got a hell of a rack Intelligent? Of course not, she's a Trellion fan Called Scott, what's the most kidah He said "where you at?", I said I'm off the coast kidah Bring b**hes, ones who cook roast dinners And roll Swishers, and only drink Olde English She got pimp cups Wrestle Jaws to the cooking song Lose a leg and carry on like there's nothing wrong f** rap, lets make Russian Donk I moved out to Moscow like someone put me on People often ask me what the f** I'm on My reply: "just your mum" I'm f**in' dumb I try think of clever sh** but nothin' comes So I stick with what I know, nothin' much Your girl might not swallow when I bust a nut But tell her if her cookin' s**s, I'ma f** her up Let "hey! Aye, yo!" b**h, don't ever bring me my steak cold You better do what I say hoe Or underneath a gravestone's where you'll lay holmes [Hook 2: Trellion] But today was a good day, today was a good day I didn't even use my AK, I guess today was a good day (today) [Verse 3: Milkavelli] Huh.. I guess I'm fast though BMF sh**, I get a half O Buy a chain, buy a whip But f** a smart phone, 'cause I forget my pa** code I'm way too intelligent Bag up that fuego I'm blazin' an element It's that Laigon regiment North West resident Gore-Tex North Face quarter I'm steppin' in the place All-white Cortez Turn yellow in the rave I'm limpin' like a pimp with a cane I'm on my Ricky James' sh** sniffin' c**aine That's a hell of a drug, a hell of a drug I'm benevolent but I'm an incredible c*nt Like, Ca**ie's p**y I have a kush-y odour on the eds and them Xannies pushin' me over Like, I hate being sober like Sosa I'm all up and down Bipolar my controller, called Ayatollah I am body drugged, it's my persona Change the channel, find the controller I ain't a little rat, I'm Fritz the Cat Rock a Hitler 'tache, and keep my daughters in my Fritzl flat Like, aye, aye yo! Follow me deep in this cave, hoe Like, I got my payroll It'll be okay if I say so [Hook 3: Lee Scott] Today was a good day, today was a good day Today was a good day, Today was a good day (or was it?) [Verse 4: Sniff] It goes: one step, two step, three step, four step Deliver OZ's to your doorstep b**h, tell 'em who the man today I'm at the rave, twisting J's the size of Sandy's brains Yo, I tell a b**h skank away (skank b**h!) But she'll find me at the bar, sippin' Tanqueray Shotty in the boot, might let it bang today Hottie in the coup, givin' shines, made me slam the break Yo' b**h down to ride Used to f** with uppers, but now she love the downward time Suttin', Suttin', Suttin', Cult Mountain life Blow lines, no time for your sound advice Plus I'm live-o, fill the styro' I say I'm Milk, but what do I know? Nothin' I'm like a high rollin' cyclone I'm on the yacht, you on the lilo f** 'em Yo Silk, pa** the foil for the Oxy fix I'm at the gate, movin' horse like the jockey's witch Your wife is on her knees tryna cop the dick Look down like; sorry girl, I gots' to piss