Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Commotion, artist - BamSavage
Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Commotion |
Stick, hoo |
Stick |
God, hoo |
Ayy |
Ayy, today is the day with a life full of hate |
Look at my face, all you see is disgrace |
Come to my place and you’ll fuckin' relate |
Livin' this life, ain’t no piece of the cake |
Life is too fast to be slow in the race |
They killin' us slowly, they takin' our place |
Open your eyes and just have a lil' faith |
Pause, crazy how the world’s into sins |
Just so any rich, but innocence is not making sense |
They got me fuckin' mad |
They puttin' chemicals up in the fuckin' meat to fuck us up |
Better grab the condom to shoot the gun |
Got me sick in every city |
You know I’m with a burner, yeah, you know I hold a glizzy (Ayy) |
Green dot style, yeah, I hold a fifty |
Shoot him dead, now you gone, poof, like a gypsy |
I heard you sayin' send seven shots, then you miss me |
When the cops pulled me over, threw the pack out like a Frisbee |
I can call my ex, I can fuck her but it’s risky |
Diamonds on my neck and so you know these diamonds drippy |
Drippy, I fucked your ho on a six-speed |
I fucked that bitch and she tipsy |
Blue hundreds and my skin is ill, crispy |
Real drip, nigga, no Zumies |
I spent a hundred on Louis |
Lil' bitch give me head in the Ksubi |
You know that she want all my jewelry (Hoo, ayy) |
Ayy, today is the day with a life full of hate |
Look at my face, all you see is disgrace |
Come to my place and you’ll fuckin' relate |
Livin' this life, ain’t no piece of the cake |
Life is too fast to be slow in the race |
They killin' us slowly, they takin' our place |
Open your eyes and just have a lil' faith |
Pause, crazy how the world’s into sins |
Just so any rich, but innocence is not making sense |
They got me fuckin' mad |
They puttin' chemicals up in the fuckin' meat to fuck us up |
Better grab the condom to shoot the gun |
Got me sick in every city |
You know I’m with a burner, yeah, you know I hold a glizzy |
Green dot style, yeah, I hold a fifty |
Shoot him dead, now you gone, poof, like a gypsy |
I heard you sayin' send seven shots, then you miss me |
When the cops pulled me over, threw the pack out like a Frisbee |
I can call my ex, I can fuck her but it’s risky |
Diamonds on my neck and so you know these diamonds drippy |
Drippy, I fucked your ho on a six-speed |
I fucked that bitch and she tipsy |
Motherfuckin' end, mmh-mmh |
You think that’s enough? |