Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Romans, artist - CrimeApple. Album song Aguardiente, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Manteca
Song language: English
Romans |
You think you know me, you don’t wanna know |
Crush a 50 piece then blow it up your mother’s nose |
In God we trust, I felt flushed when the narcs rush |
Veal for lunch, teal tux and the stardust |
Seals clubbed for the jacket on my latest vixen |
She gave me wisdom, sent the latest shipment |
The shit came from a Malaysian prison, and made my right hand freeze |
Liquid dope inside a Grand Maltese |
I’m raising flags like Iwo Jima |
I smoke the plant with white hairs like Dennis Farina |
Ray Catena on the plate, my initials on the gate |
Cilantro on the steak, icicles in the brace |
Bitch how much will it take, this shit’s getting ridiculous |
Watch Faces of Death, y’all shit simply Insidious |
Place me at the bottom, guarantee I will prevail |
Just like Tony Little coked out on a Gazelle |
Forty-nine piranhas in the tank, octopi bubbling |
Every day I’m hustling, every day you sucking dick |
Inhale the gas, stay prepared for the drama |
Bad guys with chinky eyes like Cary Tagawa |
Wanna place me in a box like 8 slices, I raked Isis |
Ate bison, skated, brought the retainer to Greg Fleischmann |
He wished me happy birthday, gave me a golden crane |
So I reload and aim, proceed injecting dope in veins |
They overdosing on my verses waiting for a chorus |
I am the E.G.G.M.A.N. |
Bitch I am the walrus |
Farrah Fawcett in the rental straight from Corpus Christi |
You thought I’d let this shit breathe, please Lord forgive me |
Illuminati got my mind, soul, and my body |
To get biscotti, slung pinecones in the lobby |
Painted my pictures on the canvas, flagrant glamorous |
Rocking specs like Kurt Rambis in Los Angeles |
Cubics the stain of amethyst, author of the manuscript |
Whoever want it off wax can quickly get they candle lit |
Fuck rap, I’m taking all advances to the pollo spot |
You the type to call with 500 like «this all I got! |
Help me out!» |
I send with the plunger out |
Tell him bring them crumbs and get some lunch, yeah take 100 out bitch |
We on another route, offers I seen a dozen now |
Yeah they signed son but, who wouldn’t he suck for clout? |
Wash your fucking mouth, yeah I got the scope for you |
Your dog came, enough fire for both of you |
I mean really, what the fuck was you supposed to do |
I’m eating off the parcel going postal in the vocal booth |
I don’t sneak diss my boy, I’m pretty outspoken |
Black & Mild smoking nouveau riche, crack child opus |
Leave shit all in your chest like emotions |
Unless I’m hit first, then I ain’t pleading for atonement |
Just make sure I’m dead or you gone see the omen |
Stick me with the spear in my rib like the Romans |
What |
Everybody with me fam, ain’t no fucking friends |
I’m waiting for the bonus level, I’ma crush the pence |
I’m just a crack baby out here tryna touch some yen |
I need it all, playa--100s, 50s, 20s, 10s |
Everybody with me fam, ain’t no fucking friends |
I’m waiting for the bonus level, I’ma crush the pence |
I’m just a crack baby out here tryna touch some yen |
I need it all, playa--100s, 50s, 20s, 10s |
Fuck you think we came for? |
You can hold that Monopoly money. |
Tryna get me a |
little something, keep most of it. |
Make me pay taxes? |
Fuck all that. |
I’m talking parsnips. |
Watercress. |
Quails and Cornish hens. |
Fresh like I’m born |
again. |
Don’t talk to me. |
Don’t talk to me unless you talking right. |
We ain’t out here to be fucked up. |
We ain’t luck up either. |
God did this. |
God did this. |
Go find yourself. |
What. |
Go find yourself. |
This is God’s work |
homie. |
Whah |
«Beedy--who was like the illest--and two of his friends would go up against me, |
and two people of my choice. |
One of them was my boy Oscar, who got me into, |
like, seriously writing, you know what I’m saying, in high school. |
And another cat named James who was from like another town over. |
And we just thought he was the illest, cuz he just was on some like Necro |
shit…» |