Page France Who Cracked Your Egg? Lyrics

Tomato Morning Tour EP Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Without a Diamond Ring
  • 2 Give Him a Blanket
  • 3 Who Cracked Your Egg?
  • 4 Tomato Morning
  • [Hook:]
    Best stay out my fucking life, ain't nobody put me on
    Bitches gotta say I'm right, even if they know I'm wrong
    Hurry up we gonna be late, girl you take too fucking long
    You ain't gotta perpetrate you know this your fucking song!

    [Verse 1: Like]
    Peep, I grab the Fiji water, then proceed to slaughter
    All you teeny bopper, prima donnas, sweet vaginas, I promise
    I swear you act just like virgins, you gonna need Madonna
    The way I'm teaching this sermon, you gonna think Obama
    It's not a God idea to jump in here and feed piranhas
    You'll be another statistic, my nigga, freakanomics
    We ain't no back pack rap group, just geeked on rhyming
    I don't read the dictionary, I just redefine it
    Tell your bitch that she could grind it, work it and I'll be behind it
    Goin' deep into your hymen, 'bout to win another Heisman
    She says she love to ride it, well hop on it I'm the fucking pilot


    [Verse 2: Mibbs]
    Yeah, this is her favorite song, Just like this her favorite thong
    Back then she said no to drugs, now she's like let's hit the bong
    I'll be like you smoke too much, she'll be like you joke too much
    Turn your ass around and get your fingers in your toes to touch
    Yeah, girl, you know what's up
    Keep her in the cobra clutch
    Get so deep I'm on them guts
    Beat it fast, slow it up
    Nikon, Polaroid
    I should take a photo boy
    Cause I be on that ass like that man who ride the polo horse
    Polo shirt, polo shorts, polo canvas, oh of course
    Get it on them polo sheets, that's why we call polo sports
    Yeah, that's my Atlantic girl, she look like a Fanta girl
    Southern hospitality
    I'm working on my manners, girl!


    [Verse 3: BeYoung]
    Big plans, y'all in quick sand, nigga how you're rolling?
    Every second's history, all about the moment!
    Sit when you're pissed, we save all that fo' a woman
    Blackin' out on niggas, well I call that there the omen
    Own it, Gone to Tacoma by the morning
    Mouth piece like I'm on the corner fo' the hoein'
    Out in south beach like I'm going to the hole and
    Live nigga shit, y'all just goin' through the motions
    Woken, easy like a young Billy Ocean
    Focus on my visions seen the options really open
    Niggas out of jail, no L's will be floating
    Got an L.A. bitch but her ass really open
    Posted, toasted, no going through emotions
    Pulled her at the Coliseum, had to use a trojan
    Pull up then I gotta serve them all like the dopeman
    You know how we're rolling, we know what we're holding!

    [Hook x2]

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