lirik lagu bub styles - gods link, frauds sink
[intro: bub styles]
wooo!
i’m on my fourth four~course meal today (f~cking delicious)
that’s like 16 courses and sh~t like that
go!
[verse 1: bub styles]
when gods link, frauds sink
pour an extra three ounces for big dog’s drink
my mind stayed locked in shawshank (that sh~t locked down)
we don’t keep you in the loop like a sweatpants drawstring
strictly boss things (boss sh~t)
ain’t no reason i ever had to floss things (ain’t no reason)
but f~ck it, i’ll do it (i still do it though)
140 the whole way from the belt parkway to the conduit
see the red light, i’m flyin through it
shorty in the shoddy dress, so translucent to sunshine, do it
we do it bigger than sean do it (combs)
in belize, do it bigger than shyne do it (po)
the oil’s off my scalp, so immaculate i don’t even shampoo it (nope)
fish sauce in the chop suey
cap to the socks, fluey (very sick)
got family guys looking wild, stewie
i’m ron zuno on the fighting stance (f~ck you talkin’ about?)
y’all putos don’t wanna dance (y’all dont want that)
lookin like a bunch of juwanna manns
now you slumped just cuz you wanted friends (tuh!)
f~ck it, he took it on the chin and kept the p~ss in (keep it movin’)
keep your chin up, ain’t no use in gettin’ bucked and shookin’
easy to spend the weekend stuck in booking
when you’ve got the fattest 8s and coldest cuts in brooklyn
you clams gettin’ shucked in season
ten sales i bust and breezin’, keep a ten cuffed and cheezin’
nah f~ck cuffin’ it’s puffin’ season
just trust in the process you f~ckin’ heathen
you blew your luck with drug and dope (dope)
whole batch smell like prussian soap (you didn’t pack it tight enough)
my scent, coco chanel, not that your bozos could tell (smell great)
funny rappers hear my album, played it, but they lo~go for sale (ain’t had to do all that)
you ain’t been a starter since the starter jacket (’85)
i crack a back and made a quarter packet
[verse 2: dot demo]
nevermind all that bullsh~t, full sh~t
fake cool sh~t, loose, ruin the full kit
demon~eyed at the pulpit, real poor, real cool sh~t
go real smooth till i lose it
never restin’ on the full kit, baby wasn’t going till we bullsh~t
really move sh~t
from a to pm, all the music
i ain’t gotta prove sh~t, they don’t want the truth, i ain’t knew this
tell them real n~ggas do exist, you in luck
few shooters out of my toolage, i keep them toolied up
you take the pigment, ignorant as f~ck, 6 in the cut
i put these rappers in the game, just to dig them back up
might really f~cking around and..
the nerve of these n~ggas, how you think you making noise?
you know i heard of these n~ggas
how you thought you had a choice?
i know you burned through these bridges
how you thought you had a choice?
and you ain’t even had a say
i took a low off the pay me by the first back with interest
stupid motherf~ckers trying to earn them a spot
set the play, f~ck, i left the game injured
it’s a shame, isn’t it?
i can’t recall the last time n~ggas tried to try me
but i just hold the hues with the gays, man
mr. said his name’s big, cl!ck it, but they still keep on the body
are y’all n~ggas still moving sloppy?
are you still copping dirt with bocce, chopping, shaking, block
working for it like them bags ain’t come from mach~e
why you acting like you won’t get smacked?
[outro]
irene, you f~cking b~tch
so you think you’re gonna push me down the stairs with a wheelchair
what f~cking wheelchair do i in?
huh? i’m not scared of you, irene
i’m not, i’m not the bit least scared of you
i’m not
you f~cking crackhead
you f~cking fat b~tch
you c~nt rag
you f~cking b~tch
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