Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Eva, artist - La Fine Equipe. Album song 5Th Season, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 18.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nowadays
Song language: English
What Eva |
| I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever |
| I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow |
| I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever |
| I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow |
| Now, how the fuck you never heard of me? |
| Worry me, nah, my current is raw plus fuck you currently are |
| My currency strong, dumb luck occurred to me, nah |
| It’s just the birds and the bees, y’all a burden to me |
| Burning to please, got burns on your knees |
| No love, but you learning to tease, awe |
| No pub, got ya earning no fees, awe |
| I’d give a hug to y’all but all of y’all is furries with flees |
| Feel the fury, hundred plus be my current degree |
| Free a flurry out the snub and watch it scurry your team |
| See 'em hurry out the club, now if you heard what I mean |
| I be the jury and the judge, I make a murder look clean |
| With 'nough shots for the burner to cease |
| You gurgling these words that leave you bleeding in a permanent freeze |
| Turn up like a curb to the teeth |
| Smile motherfucker, gonna hurt to say cheese |
| I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever |
| I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow |
| I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever |
| I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow |
| I am afraid of no rapper man |
| I ain’t ashamed of my road or the chapters man |
| I have been trained in all flows and I’ve mastered them all |
| For the sake of a name you can’t trash talk, man |
| '98 is when my past start, made it out the asphalt |
| Dated on my passport, I ain’t ever asked for |
| A name to vouch my last work |
| Stated in my craft work |
| If you ain’t got your own name shame, but that’s your ass fault |
| I ain’t ever been a humble man so keep the prayer hands |
| I’m forever sinned and born again, now that’s a fair stance |
| I have got forgive us on my skin, now that’s a shared glance |
| But I can’t watch my back or wash my back, ain’t that a pair of pants |
| Damn one leg at a time, shit is cumbersome |
| And I won’t be the sullen one who’s waiting on the summer sun |
| Nah, I’ma be the sum of one who came to take what’s come to him |
| And say to those who’ve come to shun |
| Motherfucker, run! |
| I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever |
| I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow |
| I take a pull from the blunt like pow, whatever |
| I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow |
| I take a pull from the, pull from the |
| I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow |
| I, I, I |
| Whatever |
| I take a pull from the blunt, straight pow pow |