Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hunting My Own Skin, artist - Yung Lean. Album song Stranger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: YEAR0001
Song language: English
Hunting My Own Skin |
We were on the throne, living on our own |
Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in) |
She just wanna dance, I’mma get them bands |
Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I’d die for my respect |
Wrist, diamonds, ice, neon green lights |
Don’t care about the price, I cop it, I smash it, this size |
Wrist, diamonds, ice, percocet, my Sprite |
Percys in my Sprite, Louis bag, three stripes |
As I walk through the fire with my wings |
I could only stop for this iron like a lane |
She just want to pop all the molly in the Benz |
I’ve been getting rich, making money with my friends |
Bitch, we off them shits, time to stay until the end |
I’m just trynna pop all the bottles, fuck the feds |
I got 50 pills all up in our money bags |
She gon' watch how I spend it, like, just to get it back |
Sitting on the field, snakes through the money tracks |
Breaking in and entering, bitch we popping tags |
Keep the fire burning off a blunt like candle wax |
Burning down your money 'til it ain’t nothing to stacks |
We were on the throne, living on our own |
Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in) |
She just wanna dance, I’mma get them bands |
Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I’d die for my respect |
Flick all my lights, chain, dirty Sprite |
Living my life, I’m alright, shawty, she my type |
Die for this I might, chains all freeze outside |
Flick all my lights, chain, dirty Sprite |
As I hop by the avenue with my wings |
Baby don’t stop, wanna give you everything |
When we off them rocks, I’mma tell you everything |
Soap on my shoes and on my heart, it’s getting thin |
But you’re a butterfly riding through the desert winds |
I’m a real bad, I love all the finer things |
When I come close, close to you I can’t sin |
Heaven knows I’m bad, but Lord, I can’t fix a thing |
Fly too close to the sun, my wings give in |
I gave you my whole life, don’t owe you a thing |
As I chose life and this rug made of mink |
Burning down the Winter 'cause I’m over everything |
We were on the throne, living on our own (Leandoer stranger) |
Hunting my own skin, want it to break in (break it in) |
She just wanna dance, I’mma get them bands |
Make a lot of stacks, bitch, I’d die for my respect |