Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Artesia, artist - Alexander SpitDate of issue: 28.01.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Artesia |
| So I’ll be the kind of man |
| That got the summer plan |
| Trying to pardon his friends somewhere with other friends |
| I’m trying to. |
| some landing, the sun touch but… |
| Keep blowing my money when she went dancing for my events! |
| How in the hell we … wash away them… |
| When titties are… whenever you them big poppa |
| .yeah, we’re sipping them like the… |
| Went static in them cold loops, I rattle them Ace 12 |
| I say… through that winter, I may scout through December |
| I got my lady in red, this… with that ginger |
| And I got some fame in your city, I break it in where… |
| I’m talking sharks already bold by the time that I’m in there |
| By the time I remember, I’ll be in another country |
| Without familiar conversions, of all familiar money (counting!) |
| Never the sight seeing, unless it’s human being |
| I’m talking about locals over tourists in every region! |
| So every evening I’mma be fool moon hollering |
| World trade touring ran the best… powering |
| All the opposition in the court of steady cavelry |
| When I’m aligned with Bronx, I’m like a Molly with a… |
| Spin a barrel, close my eyes, come, I’m thinking nothing happy |
| Guess I’m lucky, guess G sitting in the beamer bucket! |
| fuck it! |
| All of you can suck dick! |
| I spill some mustard on the alligator’s costume |
| Uh, not today, you should have pressed your luck |
| Look like a movie when we shit in front of restaurant |
| No need for menus, bring me three of these, bitch! |
| It’s …European with the speed trick |
| 6−35 slam with the deep dish |
| Speak Persian, East. |
| with a Greek surgeon |
| Love to say your baby queen has made a… |
| Every time you see the… out you need… |
| Sway! |
| That’s what’s displayed all on my footwear |
| Got pussy here on her toe, I’m listening the joke |
| Blow, just like the fish that got the poison |
| I count the pack and sent the homie out the boy G |
| Sell it! |
| Aha, back in the mother fucking place |
| Queen shit! |
| Bam bam bam! |
| Let’s go, go! |
| I told… the small circus |
| Money… all type we can all wipe shit |
| Those twisted, zip it full of haze |
| My circle small, the city full of facts |
| Ship it one time, slap it two times |
| Put the glamor in the back, we need them two commas |
| Watching purple skies for psychedelic suns |
| And all we hear is time ticking, that’s the devil’s drums |
| The devil’s drums, that’s the devil’s drums |
| Oh yeah, that’s the devil’s drums! |
| All we hear is time ticking, that’s the devil’s drums |
| Oh yeah, that’s the devil’s drums! |
| But I’ve been watching to a different one |
| That means you’re fucking with that humble… |
| That means we’re living up to the summer, we got clique… |
| I sent you fucking with that. |
| That means we’re living up to the summer, we’ve depicted |
| Oh yeah! |
| Let’s protect! |
| Yeah! |