SHANIA TWAIN
演唱：The Jux、Wavy Boy Smith、Turkish Dcypha、SXINT THOMAS、Idris ElbaThe Jux – Dark Lights (Lyrics)
Intro
The almighty Jux
Yo Turkish I just used a bottle of Acqua Panna to wash my feet yaknow
It’s different
Verse 1 (Wavy Boy Smith)
This life style I live is truly glamor, Louis hamper
Gucci Samba at Sushi Samba
Naturally I’m kind of vain
The mink out sliding in the rain
My whip sounding like Shania Twain
It’s silly all the figures I blow through
Dripping in Nobu, got my wrist lit up like Goku
N***a that’s philosophers stones
Chilly is the wizard on a Yoruba throne
It’s Juju when the bassline dropping
Smelling like Voodoo, it’s Dries Van Noten
The Jux paid in full like AZ and Lulu
And they know the proofs in every case I’m popping, splash
LV on my frames to make a spectacle
Ladies label me a sex symbol
When the rock stars up in the jet
It’s like Russian roulette
***** you’re playing with a sex pistol
Crown and bezel on my wrist all before rap
When you get it how you live what you call that?
Hello we on the same memo
My canneries came yellow before I ever made demos
The views from my aura and penial gland
Got to stay in tune for my dreams to expand
Magic, cos shorty see my AC balance
And now she wants to ball on a week in Milan
Cos I run it like Kaka
Frank Lukey groovy the rug is Alpaca
(***** you better blot that shit)
I’m sipping Dakari’s when I’m in Dakar
Sade gets the mood right
Whipping in them toys
Diamonds dancing in the moonlight
Luna brings me Joy
It’s your majesty here
Now picture Mana Musa in Vanity Fair
Chorus (SXINT THOMAS)
Fly Pain sipping Lanson
Shania Twain in the mansion
The Talk with the sauce N***a
The horse on the Porsche N***a
Van Cleef with the vangarde
Grand Prix with the black card
We talking that talk N***a
Reports From Resorts N***a
Verse 2 (Idris Elba)
They rather see me in a box than ever start living
But until I’m in a box mate I’ma keep living
I ain’t paying at the gate, nah I just keep billing
If I have to slap you in the face, I am so willing
No jokes just rocks in my watch
I’m Gucci as the man that loves to be watched
My metaphorical thrones wearing robes of an African
They chasing me but either way I’m just lapping them
Round of a round of applause for a brother
I give thanks three words for my mother
Give no ****s three words for the haters
I invoice for this rap man I do it for the paper
I’m in the paper, daily on this planet
Black Superman turn Lois into Janet
Clark into Kwame the man of steel
Black king, turn this gold into steel
Now don’t talk **** you don’t know much about
Unless your congratulating
Keep my name out your mouth
And less of the masturbating
Get that real pussy out
Say something for pimp if you want to rent it out
All this wahala cos I’m crossing over
Taking over but I ain’t Hova
Got the blueprint to print this green
Envy is a ***** I know you know her, look
Instead of taking roots in all that hate
Take a leaf from my book roll up and smoke
It’s the black president, making dead presidents
And I’m in my own booth and I’m bout to vote, blood
I ain’t done I’m still writing this book
Pages of thoughts on verses and hooks
And I know that I told you don’t s*** your future
Butt anyway I’ma still come with The Jux
Chorus (SXINT THOMAS)
Fly Pain sipping Lanson (fly shit)
Shania Twain in the mansion (fly shit)
The Talk with the sauce N***a
The horse on the Porsche N***a
Van Cleef with the vangarde (Brooklyn)
Grand Prix with the black card (Brooklyn)
We talking that talk N***a
Reports From Resorts N***a
Fly ****
Intro
The almighty Jux
Yo Turkish I just used a bottle of Acqua Panna to wash my feet yaknow
It’s different
Verse 1 (Wavy Boy Smith)
This life style I live is truly glamor, Louis hamper
Gucci Samba at Sushi Samba
Naturally I’m kind of vain
The mink out sliding in the rain
My whip sounding like Shania Twain
It’s silly all the figures I blow through
Dripping in Nobu, got my wrist lit up like Goku
N***a that’s philosophers stones
Chilly is the wizard on a Yoruba throne
It’s Juju when the bassline dropping
Smelling like Voodoo, it’s Dries Van Noten
The Jux paid in full like AZ and Lulu
And they know the proofs in every case I’m popping, splash
LV on my frames to make a spectacle
Ladies label me a sex symbol
When the rock stars up in the jet
It’s like Russian roulette
***** you’re playing with a sex pistol
Crown and bezel on my wrist all before rap
When you get it how you live what you call that?
Hello we on the same memo
My canneries came yellow before I ever made demos
The views from my aura and penial gland
Got to stay in tune for my dreams to expand
Magic, cos shorty see my AC balance
And now she wants to ball on a week in Milan
Cos I run it like Kaka
Frank Lukey groovy the rug is Alpaca
(***** you better blot that shit)
I’m sipping Dakari’s when I’m in Dakar
Sade gets the mood right
Whipping in them toys
Diamonds dancing in the moonlight
Luna brings me Joy
It’s your majesty here
Now picture Mana Musa in Vanity Fair
Chorus (SXINT THOMAS)
Fly Pain sipping Lanson
Shania Twain in the mansion
The Talk with the sauce N***a
The horse on the Porsche N***a
Van Cleef with the vangarde
Grand Prix with the black card
We talking that talk N***a
Reports From Resorts N***a
Verse 2 (Idris Elba)
They rather see me in a box than ever start living
But until I’m in a box mate I’ma keep living
I ain’t paying at the gate, nah I just keep billing
If I have to slap you in the face, I am so willing
No jokes just rocks in my watch
I’m Gucci as the man that loves to be watched
My metaphorical thrones wearing robes of an African
They chasing me but either way I’m just lapping them
Round of a round of applause for a brother
I give thanks three words for my mother
Give no ****s three words for the haters
I invoice for this rap man I do it for the paper
I’m in the paper, daily on this planet
Black Superman turn Lois into Janet
Clark into Kwame the man of steel
Black king, turn this gold into steel
Now don’t talk **** you don’t know much about
Unless your congratulating
Keep my name out your mouth
And less of the masturbating
Get that real pussy out
Say something for pimp if you want to rent it out
All this wahala cos I’m crossing over
Taking over but I ain’t Hova
Got the blueprint to print this green
Envy is a ***** I know you know her, look
Instead of taking roots in all that hate
Take a leaf from my book roll up and smoke
It’s the black president, making dead presidents
And I’m in my own booth and I’m bout to vote, blood
I ain’t done I’m still writing this book
Pages of thoughts on verses and hooks
And I know that I told you don’t s*** your future
Butt anyway I’ma still come with The Jux
Chorus (SXINT THOMAS)
Fly Pain sipping Lanson (fly shit)
Shania Twain in the mansion (fly shit)
The Talk with the sauce N***a
The horse on the Porsche N***a
Van Cleef with the vangarde (Brooklyn)
Grand Prix with the black card (Brooklyn)
We talking that talk N***a
Reports From Resorts N***a
Fly ****