lirik lagu fiction fake – insomniac!
(intro) ~
what, yeah, huh, huh
huh, yeah, brr, brr
brr, yeah, what, huh
(verse) ~
5 different hoes got they ass out
threw a bigger party then i blacked out
f~ck what they tellin’ me, i cash out
get the blue cheese just to lure all the rats out
take off in the rocket, i go lift off
b~tch, i’m the biggest boss, call me rick ross
my diamonds always jump like it’s criss cross
give my b~tch a perc if the hoe still getting p~ssed off
givin’ me [?]
no talkin’ ’cause i give her all my s~m~n
i’m goin’ places, gotta go believe it
got diamonds always shinin’, you should call my wrist a beacon
watch how you spend, gotta save the green
i rock christian dior and amiri jeans
ride on the track so they callin’ me billie jean
givin’ me top, got a face full of maybelline
she a fan ridin’ my d~ck, got her hands up
boy you a b~tch, gotta go get your bands up
turn up the heat, i’m gettin’ the [?]
might take your b~tch, hold her ass for ransom
get adderall ’cause i can’t sleep
and i’m stuck in the stu’ while i chase dreams
yeah, i got a plan, it’s a grand scheme
and your b~tch right here, she gettin’ ran deep
and i sip wok in the brandy
told that b~tch give me some cheeks like she sandy
i take a ratchet hoe right to the grammy’s
that b~tch pop molly and thought it was candy
i’m on the run but i’m no vigilante
i dunk on your ass like i’m mof~ckin’ danny
i’m gettin’ richer so please understand me
can’t f~ck with brokes ’cause they all lookin’ shanty, b~tch
(bridge) ~
b~tch, b~tch, b~tch, b~tch
b~tch, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
(verse 2) ~
boy, you a b~tch and nuisance
you goin’ out sad, you look just like a mutant
put gas in the air like a pollutant
i told the b~tch, “shut up, ’cause hoe you look stupid”
going off on the track, forgot to put the hook
and she was in the hamptons, now she in the hood
going out so much that i’m eating good
and i desert ’cause your b~tch is in the mood
all about f~ckin’ money and the cash in
i make bands every day on the average
got you ex call back, started actin’
you say you want me back, i started laughin’
all these hoes nowadays just be tryin’
walk in your hood, it’s your city i’m buyin’
don’t start the beef, you don’t see me replyin’
you need a posthumous ’cause your career dyin’
i make a p~rno with p~rnstars, no amatuer
you wanna link, better hit up my manager
i put that p~ssy inside of a canister
i make a mess, she clean it like janitor
can’t hang around brokes, they think that i’m braggin’
boxers always showin’, the racks got me saggin’
you said you smoke, i pulled up and what happened?
you goin’ out sad and that’s so very tragic
i could make a band in my sleep
got 30 on us yeah, we rollin’ deep
find where i’m at n~ggas, you know where i be
you get pushed with a stick, we don’t say r.i.p
i’m on a wave, better call me trendsetter
you try your hardest, you need to do better
i carry chops, put my opp in a blender
n~gga come and get your baby moma ‘fore we bend her, aye
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu 逢坂壮五(cv.阿部敦) (sogo osaka (cv: atsushi abe)) – maybe
- lirik lagu finessemo – gotham city
- lirik lagu kraze emcee – icey youth
- lirik lagu eo – blessings
- lirik lagu toxoplasma – rock’n’roll star
- lirik lagu young aleexx – tattoos on my face
- lirik lagu casper sage – spinnin’
- lirik lagu keane – strangeland (dallas sketch / 2011)
- lirik lagu יובל בנאי – hachaim ze achshav – החיים זה עכשיו – yuval banay
- lirik lagu veil of maya – mother pt. 4