Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chalice, artist - Ard Adz
Date of issue: 26.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Chalice |
You can bill a long one for me |
Long sword wrapped in cabbage |
Came a long way from block lifts |
To hear my raps in traffic |
Always out wearing these tracksuits |
And now I’m all wrapped in Paris |
They thought I couldn’t write this rap shit |
Bagged it, left them man all in panic |
Oh shit tragic |
Left it too long to the point it vanished |
If need a new one, new one, I ain’t gotta talk to my plug in no Spanish |
She’s gonna say I’m all trash and that and your point’s invalid |
Imma just sit with my feet up, sliders Adidas, sipping this chalice |
Sitting down billing it backwards |
Sitting down bill it with Backwoods |
About you wanna bill it in the rim |
Sit down blud you’re billing it backboard |
On the block just sitting on raptors |
In the crop house fitting in 'daptors |
About man singing like actors |
Get poked then stinged like cactus |
Brudda don’t trust me |
Come a long way from country |
Selling man’s soul for a Z, that’s fuckery |
I like big batty gyally and busty |
Brudda don’t trust me |
Selling man box of the crow, that’s dusty |
And the waps ain’t changed in price, still eight bills on the block for a rusty |
You’ve got all your feelings on go |
Blud I put all my demons on hold |
Could have put VV’s all on my neck |
But I bought plenty kilos of gold |
When the gold price go up it gets sold |
Man I’ll still light you up with that pole |
Could have put VV’s all on my neck |
But I bought plenty kilos of gold |
You can bill a long one for me |
Long sword wrapped in cabbage |
Came a long way from block lifts |
To hear my raps in traffic |
Always out wearing these tracksuits |
And now I’m all wrapped in Paris |
They thought I couldn’t write this rap shit |
Bagged it, left them man all in panic |
Oh shit tragic |
Left it too long to the point it vanished |
If need a new one, new one, I ain’t gotta talk to my plug in no Spanish |
She’s gonna say I’m all trash and that and your point’s invalid |
Imma just sit with my feet up, sliders Adidas, sipping this chalice |
She can bill a long one for me |
Long as it’s all wrapped in cabbage |
Bruddas been sending for me |
When it gets wrapped it’s damaged |
Slide in a stolen Astra |
And I scraped off the passy |
She can bill a long one for me |
Long as it’s all wrapped in hashish |
Doing a madness |
Astaghfirullah, in the whip with a machine |
On my way to the masjid |
What’s that? Feds? I’m doing a dasheen |
Speeding with passion |
Now I’m on the ends just getting my cash in |
Brixton Road and it’s locked at four |
410 crash gang doing a crashing |
Likkle man know this |
Pass them T, I fling it and load it |
What’s that? War? Brudda I’m rolling |
What’s that? Weed? No ciggy, I’ll roll it |
Pass my lighter, brudda I’ll smoke it |
Man are just fake, I’ll never condone it |
Fuck that yute, no whipping I’ll choke him |
Hold him, pull it out, fold him |
You can bill a long one for me |
Long sword wrapped in cabbage |
Came a long way from block lifts |
To hear my raps in traffic |
Always out wearing these tracksuits |
And now I’m all wrapped in Paris |
They thought I couldn’t write this rap shit |
Bagged it, left them man all in panic |
Oh shit tragic |
Left it too long to the point it vanished |
If need a new one, new one, I ain’t gotta talk to my plug in no Spanish |
She’s gonna say I’m all trash and that and your point’s invalid |
Imma just sit with my feet up, sliders Adidas, sipping this chalice |