Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song lettuce, artist - Cole Benzo. Album song BENZO AMMO CRATES, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
lettuce |
Shoveling dirt she barely breathing but |
What is the word how are you feeling |
I’m barely eating so much on my plate |
I am not peachy but still seeming great |
And it seems everything that I’m doing is wrong |
Figure it out or I ain’t living long |
Manage my mind to composite the songs |
Gotta make my mark with my time before it’s |
Gone, goddamn where the plans at |
Gotta feed all of my man’s till the man’s fat |
Keep the .40 so tucked in a fan pack |
If you think you’re spitting crack boi get back |
Do not come around here bouta look lost |
Prolly be embarrassed from the rhymes in your book huh |
Hit me with your link I ain’t ever gonna look dog |
Never wastin' time on the dudes who be shook |
All day been asleep no way |
Keep myself up and I crash so late |
I be so strange you come my way and then |
Exit on different pages ay |
Inquire what’s the latest |
All my peers is still the lamest boi |
Smugly so complacent cause hoes know I spit the flamest boi |
Referred to as a cold menace |
Be careful choosing that sentence boi |
I need my limbs to be freshest |
I got severed heads and no lettuce |
And it’s all right to be demented |
These edgy kids pretending |
I can’t care for no one I meant it |
Got your mama sorely lamenting |
Cause I acquired bullets incendiary |
Play cat and mouse like it’s Tom and Jerry |
Boi pay your dues I don’t slay vicarious |
Take a peek and my core is nefarious |
Paired with the trait that my mind is precarious |
Slink through the shadows I’m staying mysterious |
Crushing they skull to get poppin' like Mary is |
Countenance cuando I’m slayings hilarious |
Woah, blood always staining the floor |
Yo, I cop you them bottles for low |
Ay, stealthily stay on my toes |
Yuh, furtively stay on the low |
Thumb check they lump sum’s, ay |
Hit the lick I don’t run, yuh |
Fuck respect I tote guns, ay |
Finesse the diff from these chumps, yuh |