MONSTER versuri

Versuri Che – MONSTER lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: DJ Rennessy & Che]
It’s never enough
More Bass (Rage)

[Chorus: Che]
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (Say what? Woah, woah)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (W-w-woah)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (Yeah)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (I told you)
B-b-bitch, I’m a monster off molly (A monster)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (A monster)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (A monster, yes, sir)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (Racks)
Yeah, I’m takin’ molly with your bitch, yeah (Yes, sir, yes, sir)
Yeah, I’m takin’ molly with your bitch, yeah (Woo)
Yeah, I’m takin’ molly with your bitch, yeah
Y-yeah, I’m takin’ molly with your bitch, yeah (Woah)
I sip that lean like I’m sick, ayy (Let’s go, hey)
I sip that lean like I’m sick (I’m turnt up)
I sip that lean like I’m sick, ayy (Let’s go)
I-I sip that lean like I’m sick, ayy (Woah)

[Verse: Che & Dj Pharris]
I pop that molly, go ape (Pop, woo)
I-I pop that molly, go ape (Pop, woo)
Yeah, I just spilled Hi-Tech all on my shoes (Nigga)
I just spilled Hi-Tech all on my shoes (Monster)
All of my niggas, they shoot out the roof
That boy off the chain, my dog, it go oof
That boy off the chain, my dog, it go oof (Black, this Chicago, nigga)

[Chorus: Che]
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (Say what? Woah, woah)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (Woah, woah)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (Yes, monster)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (I told you)
B-b-bitch, I’m a monster off molly (A monster)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (A Monster)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (A Monster)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (Monster, yes, sir)
Bitch, I’m a monster off molly (Racks)
Yeah, I’m takin’ molly with your bitch, yeah (Yes, sir, yes, sir)
Yeah, I’m takin’ molly with your bitch, yeah (Woo)
Yeah, I’m takin’ molly with your bitch, yeah
Y-yeah, I’m takin’ molly with your bitch, yeah (Woah)
I sip that lean like I’m sick, ayy (Let’s go, hey)
I sip that lean like I’m sick (I’m turnt up)
I sip that lean like I’m sick, ayy (Red)
I-I sip that lean like I’m sick, ayy (Woah)

[Outro: Che]
I pop that molly, go ape (Pop, woo)
I-I pop that molly, go ape, yeah (Pop, woo)
I pop that molly, go ape (Nigga, woo)
I pop that molly, go ape (Monster, woo)
I pop that molly, go ape (Woo)
I pop that molly, go ape (Woo)
I pop that molly, go ape (Woo)
I–

[Interlude: Che, DJ Rennessy & Waka Flocka Flame]
Back, back up (Go)
Back, back (Go)
(It’s never enough) Back
Hold up, trap, hold up, trap, hold on, trap, hold o—

[Part II]

[Intro: DJ Rennessy]
Bass Killer, turn me up

[Chorus: Che & DJ Rennessy]
Bitch, run for your life (Yeah)
All I know is Sprite (Yeah)
All of my diamonds, they bright (Yeah)
Bite-bite shit like Mike Tyson (Blatt, blatt)
Wr-wrist saw too many nights (Woo)
We roll block like dice (Woo, let’s go)
Ayy, fucked-fucked that lil’ punk nurse
Ayy, on my neck, that ice (Black)
Stir that pot like rice, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, turn up)
Stir that pot like rice, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, turn up)
All these bad bitches, oh my God, I love my life (Skrrt)
YSL britches on my dick, I let her bite (Woo)
All these bitches, they on my dick, never had a bitch I couldn’t try (Woo)
I seen fifteen bitches (Fifteen), yeah, I-I fuck fifteen bitches (Woo)
I’m finna take all of ‘em (Take all), my dick fifteen inches (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Che]
Pussy, better run for your life (Let’s go, yeah)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss (Yeah)
Pussy, better run for your life (Yeah)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss (Yeah)
Pussy, better run for your life (Pussy, better run for you life, yeah)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss (Yeah)
Pussy, better run for your life (Pussy, better run for you life, yeah)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss (Yeah)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss (Woo)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss (Black)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss (Black)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss

[Chorus: Che]
Bitch, run for your life (Yeah)
All I know is Sprite (Yeah)
All of my diamonds, they bright (Yeah)
Bite-bite shit like Mike Tyson (Blatt, blatt)
Wr-wrist saw too many nights (Woo)
We roll block like dice (Woo, let’s go)
Ayy, fucked-fucked that lil’ punk nurse
Ayy, on my neck, that ice (Black)
Stir that pot like rice, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, turn up)
Stir that pot like rice, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, turn up)
All-all these bad bitches, oh my God, I love my life (Baow)
YSL britches on my dick, I let her bite (Me too, me too, yeah)
All-all these bitches, they on my dick, never had a bitch I couldn’t try (Woo)
I seen fifteen bitches (Fifteen), yeah, I-I fuck fifteen bitches (Woo)
I’m finna take all of ‘em (Take all, take all ‘em), my dick fifteen inches (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus]
Pussy, better run for your life (Let’s go, yeah)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss (Yeah)
Pussy, better run for your life (Brrt, yeah)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss (Yeah)
Pussy, better run for your life (Pussy, better run for you life, yeah)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss (Yeah)
Pussy, better run for your life (Pussy, better run for you life, yeah)
My shooter, my shooter don’t miss (Yeah)

Written by: Che / Waka Flocka Flame