Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Face , by - clipping.. Song from the album Face, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Deathbomb Arc
Song language: English
Face |
| Tree hugging the wall-ass bitches fuck with a baller |
| Hard as a wrecking ball, crush your walls and fuck up your karma |
| Honor roll on your daughter, leave a puddle of water |
| That’s hot as your son’s man, tell him not to step on the daughter’s |
| Melodica minus the mellows, dick with a A suck it |
| No K but this shit’s busting, no spray on a bitch cousin |
| Don’t play when an itch coming, just pray for the kiss of cunnilingus |
| And the gun barrel he ain’t gonna be missed there, just tell him to |
| Fuck shit up bitch break your |
| Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) |
| Fuck shit up bitch break your |
| Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) |
| Fuck shit up bitch break your |
| Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) |
| You remember that shit? |
| Aye, aye |
| Is he paying attention? |
| In a minute the walls will be bleeding, no trigger |
| The wash of the rest of the semen |
| They missed |
| But step off before you get red on your dress |
| Head from the best |
| Let it digress |
| Degrade, debase, the shade, the race |
| The ride, the crime that’s paid for face |
| And time is funny, ain’t it with a gun |
| Can paint it the color, but reverends have run |
| This town, this fucking club |
| Foot on the neckbone, in the gut |
| Tired of the 'trone, the heem, the belly, the lean |
| The Louie, the crown, the sound the scene |
| The cut, trying to cut |
| Lay in the cut, blood from the cut |
| Look at me they cuttin' the neck and exposing the guts |
| So get in there shit, let them bitch if you ready to |
| Fuck shit up bitch break your |
| Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) |
| Fuck shit up bitch break your |
| Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) |
| Fuck shit up bitch break your |
| Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) |
| I don’t even know what the fuck he was talking about… |
| Hey you… hey you see that shit when he did that? |
| Fire all over the ceiling, in the fucking building |
| The plaster is peeling |
| They willing to let a give, live a shit |
| Feelings could have a way out |
| Break shit |
| Killers ain’t dripping off burning |
| They burn for the burners to have a reason |
| To come out to the corner |
| To find a lesson or to learn em' a thing |
| Or three hundred and twenty one son of a gun |
| Of a runner of Uzi that’s weighing a ton |
| Or toner a tuner or lunatic |
| Moving these units like glue, how they do it |
| And sticking that, clicking that |
| Click and they clack |
| 'Cause that’s sound of a MAC in the trunk full of hooligans |
| Into the back of the Acura, accurate |
| Adequate at it again they’ll come back for this winning |
| They left you uncertain, you ready to… |
| Fuck shit up bitch break your |
| Face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) face (dick in your) |
| Fuck shit up bitch break your |
| Face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) face (clit in your) |
| Fuck shit up bitch break your |
| Face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) face (gun in your) |