Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Papayas '21 , by - Bronze Nazareth. Release date: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Papayas '21 |
| Yeah, big blimps, killer pimps, drug dealer science |
| Clients, militant pen, equivalent gun fire for hire |
| Slugs thru ya papaya, fry ya, run up in your attire |
| And snatch china from your vagina, roll like a tire |
| I’m on the move again like a fugitive |
| Slippery like a lubricant, my gun come with a duplicate |
| Plus boo I shoot from the hip, like The Duke in the flicks |
| The coup is a six |
| How it feel to sit on a scoop of Jiff (peanut butter!) |
| If I don’t toot my own horn, if it’s not me then who is? |
| The street is in need of my g-influence, put a G in to win |
| Feed you a timb, then let my people’s in |
| Spin your vehicle with the eagle and |
| Get in the Regal with the evil grim |
| Get medieval and, bring needle in |
| Flee in the red El Camino and |
| Wet your silhouette, left your pillow wet |
| Where them killers at, spray the milli mac, at your beaver hat, Marc! |
| Uhh carbines, raw vines, clouds illuminate |
| I Bloom a 8th, nigga let’s see how this puma taste |
| You salty glutamate, from the food I ate |
| My human traits scraped from a different crystal plate |
| Silverback Ruger bet you wish it was the ape (bet you wish!) |
| I flick a 8th, my tempo in the rector shake |
| You hallucinate beluga weight |
| Lumumba stakes, I ruminate my way away from section 8 |
| I’m on the take, collating text with cake |
| Monumental steps I’m on the Lake |
| Whatever you peddling, that shit is fake! |
| Glaciers of ice, a nigga shredding the rink |
| I perform the breast stroke then let me tread in the pink |
| I ate up the Linx |
| Horizontal like I’m on a sniper plank |
| Trichomes dance on the wedding cake, got that yeti stank |
| Rattlesnake Fang, Langston Hughes pen heavy freight |
| My real shooter he locked he shot the Dezi str8 |
| I pray Allah save my soul and send me a wraith |
| I’m rather unique, shallow and deep |
| Medallion shadows creep on the beach |
| You wallow in defeat |
| 8 million streams put me out in the sea |
| On a yacht playing yahtzee, honorable me |
| Priest, I wrestle with devils, had scuffles with gods |
| Play chess with death while demons had shuffled up cards |
| I flirted with murder the observer puffin cigars |
| Flash back to all my peoples out there hustling hard |
| Secret society, bribery is giving me anxiety |
| Brings out the side of me, turns my hair white |
| My eyes fiery |
| In the scope off the balcony |
| Same bullets made Malcolm bleed |
| Too much truth can make your album seize |
| Reality, I put fire and hot brimstones |
| On verses that curses GZA, to Rakim thrones |
| Everyone Heaven’s son, Thresh to come, guards gun slinger |
| Program the beat, with just one finger |
| One arena thousands of lions |
| One of us triumphs, Planets aligning |
| Land of the Mayans standing Zion |
| From liquid swords to solid arrows, priest is the pharaoh |
| On marble floors, in Grecian apparel |