lirik lagu leechy boi – evidently
[hook:]
he claim he gon’ get me, claim he gon’ rush me
find me riding through ya hood, but you’re too scared to touch me
i’m lookin at ya style and it seem kinda rusty
i’m direct with my hits, finna catch a concussion
you’ve been lacking on the cleanin, i’m thorough as h-ll
evidently you ain’t cut for this, we all can tell
not the type to talk sh-t, so i’m wishing you well
imma hype up my kits and i’m quick on the quell
[verse 1:]
i don’t smoke weed that much, but when i do, it’s probably midget
drink odessa, i ain’t flexin, i’m still training for my fitness
i’m still stressing and depressing, ain’t impressing with my mixing
i’m stepping with a weapon if you ever play the witness
i’m not tough, i’m barely scary, but i’m very when in private
it gets rough, and kinda hairy if i catch you f-ckin lying
i put a good word out for you but you better get to riding
otherwise you’ll end up buried with no one who could find ya
shallow graves and mellow days are more style if you’re asking
i’m depraved and tend to rage, but atleast i keep my masters
center stage, you’re on your way and you swear that you can mack em
take an aspirin, you’re a has-been, my career is finna happen
i’m articulating all the ways i’ve pushed it on my grind
you lacking spine, i’ve put in time, and yet the knockin on my mind
is that you’re lying and i’ll be fine because you ain’t about that life
when it’s my time, i finna shine and i will seize what’s f-cking mine
[hook:]
he claim he gon’ get me, claim he gon’ rush me
find me riding through ya hood, but you’re too scared to touch me
i’m lookin at ya style and it seem kinda rusty
i’m direct with my hits, finna catch a concussion
you’ve been lacking on the cleanin, i’m thorough as h-ll
evidently you ain’t cut for this, we all can tell
not the type to talk sh-t, so i’m wishing you well
imma hype up my kits and i’m quick on the quell
[verse 2:]
yeah, he claim that he got me, but he talking a lie
caught a bullet in my hip and a gleam in my eye
lost a chunk of my organs, but i’m still alive
so i finna arise, and then i finna arrive
i’m not the type to fight, but you finna come push me
i’m light but i bite, so try to play me a p-ssy
catch a left, catch a right, now we’re playing like hooky
catch a bat, catch a knife, now you’re acting a rookie
i think you misunderstood me, this isn’t your place
i know what the laws are, so i’m beating the case
it’s self defence, i guess, and that’s how it’ll stay
so we’ll say this gun’s mine, and we call it a day
i don’t wanna lose the deposit, and you probably like life
so i relate to your struggle, but it’s not the right night
find a new hood to run through, even if you run lights
don’t run on my lawn, and get out of my sight
[hook:] (x2)
he claim he gon’ get me, claim he gon’ rush me
find me riding through ya hood, but you’re too scared to touch me
i’m lookin at ya style and it seem kinda rusty
i’m direct with my hits, finna catch a concussion
you’ve been lacking on the cleanin, i’m thorough as h-ll
evidently you ain’t cut for this, we all can tell
not the type to talk sh-t, so i’m wishing you well
imma hype up my kits and i’m quick on the quell
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- lirik lagu tareebi robinson – break all the rules
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- lirik lagu trevor hall – mother
- lirik lagu bear mountain – alibi
- lirik lagu grażyna – lsd
- lirik lagu stereoact – wenn du lachst
- lirik lagu lowly god – early winter
- lirik lagu proverb – marry me (pro-posal)
- lirik lagu josephine vander gucht – faces going places