Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Que Lastima, artist - CES Cru. Album song Codename: Ego Stripper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Que Lastima |
Two stepping with a weapon on me |
Doing the hammer dance, Imma rep the Show Me |
You don’t want to advance incorrectly homie |
Get a tech to your neck and get the flex and whole key |
We in the Midi, and mind you we major |
Put it back on the map in the mind of a hater |
In a mode of attack, I’m the alpha omega |
Chop a couple of rails, do a line of it later |
These are the breaks, the game’s in a sling |
Y’all motherfuckers better kneel, kiss the ring |
Fans want me to do a song with |
And I got to say I don’t see that happening |
Rap at the king, come for the crown |
Fuck you pay me, I puff puff pound |
Grab at the bling, bum rush the crowd |
They don’t really want me to bust bust rounds |
Just touched down, 81−6 |
Pinto music and 81 bricks |
Y’all better lose it and make me come get |
A KC Tea and some other dumb shit |
And I get it with the Killer City committee |
Murdering em all and we all pack a billy |
I kick up my feet and pack up a philly |
I flip up the beat and crack up the ceiling |
Rack up a milly, for real what’s the dealy? |
We ill, y’all road kill, fuck for really, playing with a marked deck |
And in a minute Imma gotta pull a card, check |
I been grinding my minding to get that |
Dinner, it’s all on the line and I find that iller |
With lines on my mind all the time, that’s filler |
I want to Shaq and that’s a Midwest winner |
Kids growing up so fast |
Sweet 16 they load up the gat |
Close up the casket |
Too bad instead of that you should’ve had your punk ass kicked |
Que lastima, ha, c’est la vie |
Que será será, what’ll be will be |
Que lastima, ha, c’est la vie |
Que será será, what’ll be will be |
Believe |
My gosh, I’m a crafty speaker |
Think on my, I got the baddest features |
Look at them hands that’ll fuck a |
Like campaign threats that’ll your fixtures |
I’m the ether, constantly the conjure |
Need to conquer demons, got you eaten |
Beasts believe in, got you feenin |
Respect everybody but you finna pledge allegiance |
Count my blessings, I haven’t reached it |
Starving in my city but I’m eating |
Carving out the gritty when you preaching |
No pardons, little bitch you’re tweaking |
Scar you, machete happy when he feasts |
Ces call me, I know they had me in their speakers |
Bang bang, blow you out of my space |
All dehydrate, leave me irate |
Tech and they say I flee from my gates |
Niggas gon talk, it’s just how they made |
Show up in a rave, ain’t even on tour |
Cite me a band, invest to make more |
Chest I’m this bored, probably don’t send |
When I call you bitch I mean to offend |
Express with backhands and brazen attempts |
To get you in line like I was your pimp |
Shit nigga, I’m Jordan, you Pippen |
On my name brand imposition |
Wag like dogs, but I’m cold kitten |
Out of your league, you keep forgetting |
I can separate your throat from your dome |
Out of control, you niggas out, you already know |
Got to be bold, ooh the whole world want to froze ya |
Step in my ring, Imma sweep your soul back |
Kids growing up so fast |
Sweet 16 they load up the gat |
Close up the casket |
Too bad instead of that you should’ve had your punk ass kicked |
Que lastima, ha, c’est la vie |
Que será será, what’ll be will be |
They try to slow my speed and go by me |
I focus my energy and throw my chi |
You know my steed, Ces the method |
Phone full of pics that they kept for reference |
I’m moving on to the next progression |
And bored in a plane where they check for weapons |
No knives, liquids, or guns |
Just can’t decide which is the one |
Knew I would thrive when this shit begun |
Jumped off the ride, bitch missed the fun |
This is the one, guarantee U-B-I sip with some funds |
Christmas will come |
They puff tree and sip fifths of rum |
I take the cake, kids get the crumbs |
Ball when I strike, hits and runs |
Put em out in the field, raw deal |
My flows are frozen, y’all chill |
You don’t what I’m holding, Caulfield |
Catch! |
Rye whiskey, say goodbye to this beat |
Truth my bullet proof, y’all lies will miss me |
Strange all day, we’ve been signed officially |
Look around the house, every eye is misty |
Some of y’all tryna get me |
Go ‘head then, try me dickweed |
A grimy great, I been taking my vitamins |
Tango with the lyrical leviathan |
Take a look at who I’m riding with |
Little girls get faint at the slightest words |
Grown man, heart attack at the sight of her |
And the all fall out while I observe |
I’m a fire bird, a phoenix |
Rose up from ash, I need it |
Cold fucking cash |
Soon as I see it, got to roll up and pass |
I’m a geek, but believe it I’ll sure bust your ass |
Kids growing up so fast |
Sweet 16 they load up the gat |
Close up the casket |
Too bad instead of that you should’ve had your punk ass kicked |
Que lastima, ha, c’est la vie |
Que será será, what’ll be will be |
Que lastima, ha, c’est la vie |
Que será será, what’ll be will be |
Believe |