Zzzz lyrics

[Verse 1]
Screamin' west side
'til I D-I-E, b*tch
You can see I'm inline
To be the messiah, call me spitfire
That's a fact, me no lie
Your girlfriend hit me like "H-E-Y"
She said, "Young Neezy, come please me"
I cage in the stick, so she love me long time
Shake that ass
Shake it fast, girl, make it clap
Bend your back
Bend your back, girl, make it clap
Mr. O'Reilly, please don't try me
I'll turn your daughter from Topanga to Miley
G-O-D to the five-o'-three
And I tell 'em wake up 'cause the rap game sleep, like

[Chorus]
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The rap game sleeps tonight (awimbawe)
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The rap game sleeps tonight (awimbawe)

[Verse 2]
I'm a young killa
f*ck any dum-diddy-dum dum n*gga
Callin' all my real men, this sh*t is so cold
That my n*gga put his headphones on and they froze
Askin' like, "How much a feature?"
"Do you do eagers?" I say, I mean, hey
"You like the coldest," "You prolly don't notice"
I say "Okay, k"
I-I, don't want a rap again
Cause every time I spit, these n*ggas gettin' to fit in
Don't hop on the beat if you can't hip-hop
Rappers get scared when they sh*t gets flopped
If you start to warm up, then they say it's all up
Cause nobody give a f*ck about they sh*t they drop
[Chorus]
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The rap game sleeps tonight (awimbawe)
In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The rap game sleeps tonight (awimbawe)

[Interlude]
Dem comin' for you
Spit them bars, innit yute
You need bars on top of bars, den
All this melodic thing cool and all, but dem incident
Me need a rap, dem, yutes
Straight rap me some want
What, ya think ya bad now?
Bars, see mi say
Run it

[Bridge]
Awimbawe, Awimbawe, Awimbawe, Awimbawe
Awimbawe, Awimbawe, Awimbawe, Awimbawe

Ah-wee oh awee-bum-bum buh-way
Ah-wee oh awee-bum-bum buh-way

[Verse 3]
If I'm not in your top 5, I'm in a Tahoe
Getting top by 5 hoes
f*ck a mention, I don't pay attention
Twitter make a twat, better makin' n*ggas do the most
Look, I'm a R-A-P-P-E-R n*gga
So sick I'm always in the E-R n*gga
You a donkey of the day like a "he-haw" n*gga
And these n*ggas switch sides like a see-saw n*gga
Look, I don't get lost in the sauce, I'm gucci
If I was a Pitt, man my nick name pucci
Hoes call me Neezy, I say fo' sheezy
Some days I'm Ghandi, and some days I'm Boosie
The rap game sweet 'til I put the sour in it
The rap game sleep 'til I put a power in it
I could spit all day this easy money
Rappers get scared so they reaching for me
Wait, should I stop? No
Pardon my manners, not here for dollars and cameras
I am a rapper, mother f*cker, D-D-D-D-D-Dare me
Don't need to go for the kill, never gotta do plan it
I got a tip-top b*tch, she in tip-top shape
Need protection like I got All-State
Don't worry, baby, you in "good hands"
Woulda, coulda, shoulda, n*ggas never do plan
For the worst, baby, that's a shame
The foolest minds do the foolest things
The cutest kids do the darndest things
But these rappers can't shine so they cop the bling, ding
Is that a light bulb? Maybe it is
The way the game lookin', man, it's breakin' in bits
If a promoter wanna act like he ain't payin' me
We'll give him hits and go ghost like we Amerie