Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Splash, artist - Empire Cast. Date of issue: 21.03.2019
Song language: English
Splash |
| Brand new Rari |
| Brand new wrist |
| Call my stylist I’m about to have a fit |
| Way too icy don’t slip |
| Babygirl don’t drown in the drip |
| (Splash) |
| Lately I been swervin' call it whip |
| (Lash) |
| I been busy plottin' on some get |
| (Back) |
| So get back gimmie some space |
| I got pennies to make |
| I got dollars to flip |
| I fell outta my ship |
| I’m not really from earth |
| Yeah I’m outta this world |
| I had this feelin' from birth |
| It’s like a gift and a curse |
| How I’m rippin' these verses |
| Flow perfect like it’s written in cursive |
| My critics is worthless |
| They don’t know what my worth is |
| I’m puttin' in overtime |
| To show em what work is |
| I’m in my |
| Brand new Rari |
| Brand new wrist |
| Call my stylist I’m about to have a fit |
| Way too icy don’t slip |
| Babygirl don’t drown in the drip |
| (Splash) |
| Lately I been swervin' call it whip |
| (Lash) |
| Standing too close don’t get |
| (Splashed) |
| Way too icy don’t slip |
| (Splash) |
| Girl don’t drown in the drip |
| (Splash) |
| Okay |
| I got my watch rocked up |
| I got my quap stocked up |
| Talk dat blah blah stuff |
| I get ya block chop up |
| My sauce drip so much |
| I got da drop top up |
| When God said |
| Let there be light |
| Well that’s when I popped up |
| I’m so fresh to death |
| I bring the death to life |
| Man get these rappers a meal |
| They bite me left and right |
| I don’t write no more |
| It’s nothing left write |
| It just ain’t right no more |
| Hit em lefts and rights |
| I bring the storm |
| Hold da torch |
| And I stretch my foes |
| But you already know the thing |
| I’m fantastic fo |
| I’m talkin' |
| Intergalactic |
| In and out of portals |
| Super human swag |
| We don’t give out to mortals |
| Hold dog I’m so riggidy raw |
| Pass me the biggidy ball |
| That’s a score |
| Are you really sure |
| You want me to figgidy fall |
| Cuz I go Micheal Myers |
| Psycho |
| Suicidal |
| To a rival |
| Loose ya title |
| Who’s ya idol |
| Put my right to the Bible |
| I’m truth |
| Who |
| Steppin' out da coupe |
| They mention you |
| Who |
| Well guess who got da juice |
| Get it you who |
| Like who you |
| But yohoo like juice too |
| I remove you |
| Like voodoo |
| I’m Rottweiler wit a popped collar |
| You a poodle |
| I peruse you |
| Then you loose |
| Cuz you food |
| Never cry wolf to a werewolf |
| Too cool I go zoom zoom in dat |
| Brand new Rari |
| Brand new wrist |
| Call my stylist I’m about to have a fit |
| Way too icy don’t slip |
| Babygirl don’t drown in the drip |
| (Splash) |
| Lately I been swervin call it whip |
| (Lash) |
| Standing too close don’t get |
| (Splashed) |
| Way too icy don’t slip |
| (Splash) |
| Girl don’t drown in the drip |
| (Splash) |