Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Reflections, artista - Tsu SurfData di rilascio: 28.01.2019
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Reflections |
| The living dead tell you stay woke: oxymoron |
| Morons addicted to Percs, I’m off the heroin |
| «Rapper OD’d off codeine"reads the headline |
| Pretty Whitneys followin' Bobbys to a deadline |
| Niggas addicted to my leisure, pleasure and licks |
| This the era of lady dope fiends and young Gippers |
| Misters wearin' purses and shirts made for Miss’s |
| Gangstas wearin choakers, this shit viscious |
| Matter of fact, this shit sickenin' |
| Demasculatin' men, masculatin' these women |
| The same sex of anything can’t produce children |
| Man who approved these new rules of livin'? |
| Who’s catchin'? Who’s pitchin'? You choose the villain |
| Shit, do you Boo, just don’t confuse the children |
| I choose to kill 'em, shit the truth is what I tell 'em |
| Ain’t it generous to trick your baby girl to be a Ellen |
| These new rappers dressed in drag, callin' it «swag» |
| Big-ass bag and a zip, callin' it «drip» |
| My real niggas respect that the squares gon' rep |
| Before I ever fall for that shit, I’m callin' it quits |
| No super-skinny jeans, this .45 compacted but it’s extended |
| We rent it then get it tinted |
| Insurance for when we spendin' |
| Then we double back, thunder clap |
| Nother problem, nother MAC |
| Funny hair colors, this Lil Uzi don’t mumble rap |
| We too legit, hammers be a must when you movin' bricks |
| I hit his eye, the other eye blink, movie shit |
| Try me, old Beans for the homi |
| My mother found the pound and found the strap with the bodies |
| That’s real stuff, dropped a body |
| Almost got bodied and then I heeled up |
| Designer don’t impress me, spent a feature on that lil pump |
| These opiates got my generation feelin' emotionless |
| Closed they block down then we opened it |
| All beef I had, I ate most of it |
| FN Five-seven, I ain’t postin' it |
| Zipper down my stomatch, can’t open it |
| Kitchen whippin', bigger plans, feds listenin' in that van |
| Middle-man conspiracy, indict him off his Instagram |
| Judge to the judgin', what he do with his life? |
| I can double tap a trigger, I don’t do it for likes |
| That ain’t a orgy, that’s a mission, I hit two in a night |
| Wasn’t a orgy, that’s a mission, I hit two in a night |
| These niggas clowns without the big shoes and a red nose |
| Fuck, them cowards ain’t got no heart, straight scarecrows |
| I need more than ten man (Tin Man) |
| I’m off to see the Wizard for the big load |
| Count up the total and move a Brick Road |
| Caught a case, no co-defendant, dark road, bed cold |
| Cuz ain’t never comin' back, his son see him in fed clothes |
| A part of war, they tried to do me when they saw me |
| I be feelin' like it’s comin', bought a chopper and a .40 |
| Streets dried up, coke prices in the 40s |
| Every dopeboy screamin' FREE EL CHAPO when they caught him |
| It’s drop time, ain’t no receits when you bought 'em |
| Caught number chasin', every point losin' quarters |
| Pill poppin', Percocets ain’t workin', need another strength |
| That was me, that sunroof got enough space let you drum that clip |
| Cautious, this Caucasian acquirin' that he want a brick |
| We don’t no weird and no funny shit |