Vacancy!

作词 : Cameron Charles McEachern

作曲 : Cameron Charles McEachern

Ayy, where the **** witty?

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Go)

Yuh (Go), yuh (Go), yuh (Go)

Two bands on this stick, I put two hands on your b!tch, yeah

And they by her hips, you move wrong and you get clipped, yeah

B!tch, I'm in my bag, can't no one tell me sh!t, yeah

Don't get why they mad, I got these n!ggas pissed, yeah

Feed your hoe some d!ck, that's some sh!t she can't resist

N!gga mad I took his hoe, and then he got back with that b!tch

**** 'round give your hoe a baby, let you raise the kid

I know everybody hates me, but I don't give two sh!ts, on God

This sh!t can get tragic

If he run up, on God, then I'm blasting (Yeah, yeah)

Havе his family turn him to ashes

Broke n!gga, you sleep on a mattress (Yеah, yeah)

T-rex, all my money Jurassic (Oh)

But you won't get a band from my pocket (Band from my pocket)

I said, "Damn it," I blew another band, I need to stop it (Damn, I need to stop it)

I can't work no 9-5, so this my only option (This my only option)

Way too many sons, I had to put one for adoption (Put one for adoption)

She see all this money on me, she don't see that often (She don't see that often)

Way this money buy your b!tch, you would've thought she had a auction (Thought she had a auction)

She wanna hang with a G (Okay)

I put that boy on a Tee (A Tee)

Who the **** you wanna be?

Had a vision and it came to me

All these b!tches so lame to me

Leave your block up in Va-va-va-(vacancy)

Broke her heart and now she hating me

Living fantasies like make believe

This sh!t can get tragic

If he run up, on God then I'm blasting

Have his family turn him to ashes (Oh)

Broke n!gga, you sleep on a mattress

T-rex, all my money Jurassic (Oh)

But you won't get a band from my pocket (Band from my pocket)

I said, "Damn it," I blew another band, I need to stop it (Damn, I need to stop it)

Yeah, yeah (Where the **** witty?)

I done told you a million times before

You had it coming, I don't get what you keep crying for

I tried to trust you, it turns out you a lying hoe

She ask me what's the point, she dumb if think I would know

I know we parting ways but really I don't like to go

I showed you everything that, really, I don't like to show

I'm sure you'll do well, I bet you'll go and find a hoe

This don't feel right, you know

This don't feel right, you know (Right, you know, right, you know, right, you know)