Kishore Kumar Hits

Y2 - American Gods şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Y2

albüm: God face.


Now do you see yourself?
Is this
Is this how you still see yourself?
Sheep
Only happy endings make a fairy tale my nigga
Bigger fish a bigger killing never down size nigga
Demolition not convicted so they bout it bout it nigga
Spot the villain burn the village nigga listen not a nickle
This some get it by the ceiling
Not some Nickelodeon shit
This a book baby sitter she gon' flip and let me rent it
This a been around the building business
Fuck a circle Rent-a-center
Nightmare to your ten percent
Adrenaline adrenaline
Holy Ghost who need the smoke
We keep a stogy fuck the shit
Dot'cha dome Moroccan shit
Clean up that red carpet quick
We don't pledge allegiance
Take a knee or let the doctor stitch
Monsters demons we was heathans
Teachers preachers hard to reach us
Pay for guns but scars are free
Vodka shots are not for me
All my friends on t-shirts need more research popped as usually
Karma back like tax return
Got passed that life like ash in urn
Walking dead so cash concerned
Red dot'cho death bed mattress firm
Gods and Kings stairway to G's
Doorbell broke who knocking now
Quarantine ain't Muslim won't talk to pigs
Who watching now?
Dare care closed betta get cha kid
All them bags my Christmas list
Boy meets world lil boy turned bitch
M-oney talk but won't say shit
That's the one you call your king?
Pay for snakes we fuck for free
Price went down that's passed around
You d-i-e we deities
Ether being
Promised Ki
K-i-d my royalty
Black magic three sixes bitch
Crystalized my crucifix
Way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way way way way way
Way too late to save us
Gratata
Way too late to save us
Gratata
Way too late to save us
Gratata
Way too late to save us
Way way way way way
Gratatatatatata
We ain't getting enlisted
Fuck yo tradition
Convict accomplice you history
Go on slit ya wrist
And cut cha throat
Raised by the trillest
Streets no tuition
Guns liquor
Holy water sippa
Fuck Pigley Wigley
Barbacoa
Turn that cop to coroner
We in concert Mack performing Pop
Scammas, drankstas, gangstas
Seeds for farmers only drugs in stock
We ain't paying attention we just pimpin'
Peep them hoes we got
We don't know religion
Cross a nigga quickest way to God
Only thang we saving is them court dates for the baby mom
Smokers just like Roku for the low he keep the cable on
We don't need the Wifi password
We just need the neighbors gone
Give and take
If we ain't makin' money then we taking some
It's way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way too late to save us
Way way way way way
Way too late to save us
Gratata
Way too late to save us
Gratata
Way too late to save us
Gratata
Way too late to save us
Way way way way way
Gratatatatatata

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