Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 616, artist - Cult Mountain. Date of issue: 10.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
616 |
| Yo, Nautica swimming shorts |
| Conducting a full piece orchestra, with an oar |
| In a storm |
| Went for a swim, and accidentally snorkeled to Singapore |
| I heard peace and love’s overrated |
| So I sacked it off, on the basis that I made it |
| Love the way I mumble when I say shit |
| Fuck being humble, I’m amazing |
| I wear my Gucci goggles like a bracelet |
| Too many chains yo |
| Plus I can’t skewiff the halo |
| See, what do they know? |
| I’m on fire like WACO |
| Fuck it, I’m taking Trellphies with a pill face |
| I’m rare, like Dr. Pepper milkshake |
| And I know what you will say |
| But I’mma rewrite what your will says |
| (Where you at son?) I’m up there like Jimmy Lovell |
| Half blind but my aim like William Tell |
| Clinch the game with a late winner |
| I’m just here to save the day like Ace Rimmer |
| I’m on the road to greatness |
| But I’m about as motivated as a coma patient |
| Getting money, I’m about that |
| I even got the P. Diddy mouse mat |
| 6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch |
| 6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch |
| I’m smoking buddha in the Uber |
| My grill moonlit, I’m trill lunar |
| Voices in my head saying 'Kill Super' |
| While I’m singing to my six-shooter (la-di-da) |
| No, I don’t live in the States |
| But I’ll dump your body down by the Michigan Lake |
| Nah, I ain’t feeling your wave |
| I ain’t digging it, but shit, if you give me a spade |
| Then I can dig you a grave |
| Son of Sam at the Summerjam |
| With a couple grand in a rubber band |
| Tryna make it rain but it’s sunny and |
| I think I’m in Tellytubby land, so fuck it |
| I’m still the grooviest chauvinist from the Soviets |
| Smoking that potent odorous |
| Zoning like it’s an opiate |
| Get high, yeah you know that I’m smoking it right? |
| All of this polo is white |
| I’m glowing like sodium lights |
| I’m taking selfies with my dick out |
| On the toilet tryna get the shit out |
| I mean my music (double meaning) |
| All my Ralphie five finger discount |
| Your girl rides my dick then she dismounts (and beat me to it) |
| I get my greasy spoon on |
| Tell a bitch to leave my futon, she’s sleeping too long |
| The bitch needs to move on |
| Diss my bitch and get a new one, cause she cooked my food wrong, uh |
| 6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch |
| 6, 1, 6, Cult Mountain all up in your---bitch |
| I burn a tree and give your bird a third degree |
| I don’t worship the devil, the devil worships me |
| I’m a trained croc killer that could tame Godzilla |
| Puffing a high grade lung filler with a gallon of rum |
| I’m macking your mum |
| It was getting hot, so I hock tu 'n spat at the sun |
| Like bitch, feed me 'til I’m fatter than Pun |
| I’m arrogant plus stupid with a capital dumb |
| I’m Ruud like Van Nistelrooy |
| Headphones in the opera house listening to Tity Boi |
| There’s an infinite void where me brain was |
| I’m too busy offending ya’s to say soz |
| Coming through with a crew of buttoned hoodlums |
| I don’t even shed a tear when I’m cutting onions |
| I don’t know what you expected bitch, at best I’m ignant |
| It is what it is unless it isn’t |
| He’yare, have a stripe for your plight |
| I haggle like several Camel Lights for your wife |
| I’ve seen the Cool As Ice movie twice |
| I’m stupid nice |
| Giving up and coming crews advice |
| Like fuck a job, peddle drugs and rob |
| Don’t trust me like a muzzled dog |
| Have you consulted god to stand on this mountain, laa? |
| Like mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma |
| Mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma |
| Mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma |
| Mama-say, mama-sa, man I macked your ma |