Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wedding Shells, artist - Adil OmarDate of issue: 18.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wedding Shells |
| Let’s make it pop just like a wedding shell |
| Let’s make it pop just like a wedding shell |
| Let’s make it pop just like a wedding shell |
| Let’s make it pop just like a wedding shell |
| I’ve got my phasers on stun |
| And if I live just like my daddy I’ll be dead at 41 |
| And there’s no cure for these genetics |
| I take no measures |
| In a land of cricket bats |
| And gods and generals and guns |
| Black label, Hitchens' portions |
| Little green bag like I’m Mr. Orange |
| Robin Hood with a fist of fortune |
| Mother Teresa; |
| kiss the orphans |
| Heal the sick like a feudal Jesus |
| My skull is a pool of secrets |
| Fuck a thulla, corrupt policemen |
| Gave me beatings cause of who I eat with |
| Make bonds with the arms of henchmen |
| Charlton Heston gun collection |
| Laid out in the bedroom, I shit you not playa |
| Tons of weapons |
| And a hun’s aggression |
| Gangsta rap be my son’s obsession |
| And stay addicted to seduction |
| But that’s just one confession |
| Here’s my one concession |
| Can’t stay sane in this one direction |
| Can’t face pain, man, fuck depression |
| Sip this poison; |
| love and blessings |
| They say the mavericks get sent to hell |
| So make that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell |
| Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell |
| Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell |
| Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell |
| Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell |
| Hold up |
| OK the trill OG is coming through |
| Live my life just like my daddy, still alive at 42 |
| Will I live to 43, guess you’ll have to wait and see |
| Until then I’ll keep it G, be the same ol' big Bun B |
| Raised among the wolves |
| Ran the planes and ate the livestock |
| If I saw my natural prey, I had that 45 cocked |
| I was born a carnivore, learned how to live off leaves |
| Now it’s only 40 ounces when I run with 40 thieves |
| It’s nothing up my sleeves |
| I wore my tank top |
| Sound off, hitting rounds go off |
| See that tank pop |
| Nothing to alarm you, cause it’s not meant to harm you |
| That’s just how we celebrate |
| Making bullets levitate |
| Better not be featherweight |
| Cause this ain’t for the weak (why?) |
| Cause where these brothers come from |
| You could die for what you speak |
| So let your voice be heard |
| If they hate it, fuck it, give 'em hell |
| And let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell |
| Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell |
| Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell |
| Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell |
| Let that motherfucker pop just like a wedding shell |