Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 94 Logo Blur, artist - Alexander SpitDate of issue: 18.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
94 Logo Blur |
| This that spit, that old fashioned flow |
| Pocket full of dirty C notes like old Cassio |
| I’m on patio so pick the rings to match the glow |
| Grabbing on that ravioli slow, winning back a jones |
| They see through the kitchen to the alley where that Jeeps park |
| Probably we alone ‘cause getting social with them street smarts |
| I show these beautiful arts to his body art |
| These other bitches be lurking till they got your heart |
| Learned a long time ago to never trust a sharing stone |
| Spot her in a Vegas casino then leave her there alone |
| I got the sirens screaming at me when I’m baritone |
| Whiling in that motherfucking… |
| A real rapper’s pulse match the metronome |
| I’m a bad boy but never combed my prop with a Diddy comb |
| It’s all praise to the kids to get their city known |
| Somebody get in this verse, I bet y’all feeling dome |
| I’m looking at these rap cats like nice |
| They looking like they fitted to work only fall back |
| And all the sudden it’s fashion, we wearing all black |
| What, no comma there unless you rocking for Johnny Cash |
| I make music with that ambiance and zombie laps |
| I’m Tarantino with my ladies feed all on the dash |
| I tell ‘em cue the strengths, I tell ‘em cue the brass |
| Our solo act, the curtains drop, homie, do the math |
| Got there with the… wardrobe 94 logo blur |
| Get up |
| Got there with the… wardrobe 94 logo blur |
| Get up |
| Got there with the… wardrobe 94 logo blur |
| Get up |
| Got there with the… wardrobe 94 logo blur |
| Get up |
| The art pitching flame, we done switched the lanes |
| Only property… like it’s a game |
| But it’s the stage, wrote the books, no pay |
| And in the new crib burn sage |
| As I stepped on the scene my whole mind stay changed |
| Crème brulee flambé in the amphibious way |
| She moves in mysterious ways… just get in the way |
| Standing on the beach, a wave capping my fate |
| I don’t use recipes ‘cause I know how it’s made |
| Today I don’t stunt on y’all, real talk, that’s the day I lost |
| I can’t afford that cost, my accountant called, I can’t afford that, dog |