Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Better Than You, artist - Bishop Lamont. Date of issue: 19.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Better Than You |
| Hey yo |
| Aftermath is my family nigga! |
| Yeah |
| Fuck you want to know what size shoe I wear for? |
| When I could put a fuckin mule’s shoe in your chest cavity nigga! |
| Yeah, Bishop Lamont, Busta Rhymes, bitch! |
| Fuck that, bear arms, it’s my constitutional right |
| Wild, wild west, this is how we fight |
| See death around the corner, every day, every night |
| Act a fool, I pack a tool, unscrew your bug light |
| What it do, be cool, or be cool in the morgue tonight |
| I’m hot new, but not new to the game, alright? |
| La’s move, I ain’t got shit to prove |
| Unlike you fag ass rappers that’s baggers on youtube |
| Subliminal disses, yeah I caught you |
| And you, and you, and you, but where’s your album debut? |
| You see a bitch when you peer in the mirror, I’m not you |
| I’m grown, I’ve been dropped out of fuckin high school |
| And my backpack nigga is where I tuck that tool |
| I’ll be waitin in your kitchen to hop out like Zool |
| — w/ ad libs |
| I don’t jet, I’ll promise that |
| If you niggaz really know what’s good |
| You don’t really want no problems (OHH!) |
| Check |
| When the leather strapped with the horse |
| And we ridin through «Desperado» style knick |
| Sick, the way a motherfucker spit 'til I’m hoarse |
| And you know that’s how I do it all the while prick (OH!) |
| And you don’t want no problems bitch (just get to kissin the curb) |
| See you don’t want me poppin snitch (just get to kissin the curb) |
| I don’t care if you a trick (just get to kissin the curb) |
| This motherfucker think he slick (just get to kissin the curb) |
| I’m sayin |
| Tough guy, every motherfuckin rhymer |
| When I catch 'em in the street they delicate as fine china |
| Bitch ass «na» got sand in they vagina |
| Get shook they like «wha» like The Spoof was behind 'em |
| I’m no Spector but the tech bro |
| Go through all’s flow, come get ya |
| Wet ya, you pearl tongue |
| Clitoris, I’m serious, equivalent to none |
| Aftermath, yeah you know I got to say it |
| Only 'cause I know you jealous bitch niggaz hate it |
| Probably caught your girl on myspace |
| When she fuckin you, she seein my face |
| That boy shinin, so you know about that REDRUM |
| But fuck with me, better duck when them sounds come |
| F-f-fresh I get, f-f-fresh I spit |
| Hot girls, got even stone dykes on my dick |
| It’s not a figment, of my imagination |
| Just a benefit, of Dre affiliation |
| Pimp genetics, natural charm, good conversation |
| But fuck the broads bro, back to my battle station |
| Who want it? You goin to get it |
| I FedEx it to your house, same day send it |
| Entrepreneur homeboy, I’m with the business |
| Blue collar, bloody your collar |
| If they said you dead, I ain’t got to spend a dollar (nope) |
| It’s free of charge when you know the Don Dada |
| I know O.O.G.'s probably rob your father’s father |
| If you ain’t prepared to die, motherfucker don’t bother |