Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Shame On You , by - D Smoke. Release date: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shame On You |
| Yeah |
| Super |
| Good |
| Mmm |
| Listen |
| Summer in the wintertime |
| Smoke back on this beat, act like it’s dinnertime |
| Four packs, no receipt, no LoJack, hold my heat in case I have to throw that in |
| the river after sinner time |
| Uh, I’m good, I’m good, I swear, I’m good, I ain’t losing no sleep |
| I’m hood, I’m Wood, I’m where I wanna be, see no defeat |
| I pull that off the hip to shoot the shit that piss the vultures off, |
| the culture’s in good hands, goddamn, that man is so in sync |
| Uh, Justin Timberlake |
| Seized planet, now good karma on my dinnerplate |
| I played th backup actor, actively soaked up that after my acumn, |
| ruder master flew to interspace |
| Two times for niggas that ain’t gon' lose |
| Three times for niggas that break wrong rules |
| One time for niggas that paid those dues |
| Listen, if you ain’t getting it, then shame on you, on you |
| Girl, I’m tryna put this game on you |
| Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you |
| Seven figures, put my gang on too |
| Fuck it, if you don’t get it, it’s a shame on you |
| Uh, shame on |
| Ooh, damn, ooh, damn, you can’t put the blame on |
| Nobody but who you see when you turn candleflame on |
| And that window stain show reflection, please refrain from |
| Projecting to protect you from accepting your name tarnished |
| Bitch, you ain’t farted |
| Think you the shit, really this shit ain’t for the faint hearted |
| Think you’ve been hip, then take a two piece to your brain target |
| Think you’ve been slick, the truth defines you reclining, you so lethargic |
| Run that fade if you hate |
| Uh, juice box, squeeze that Minute Maid, bust a grape |
| Uh, rooftop, see, that chain is lame if it break |
| Uh, goosebumps, leave that nigga dazed, put the Glock away and sock on they |
| face, show your pain if you brave |
| Oops, I done did it again if you late |
| Uh, roots run deeper than Hussein, who rang? |
| I rock two chains, who bang? |
| I block two lanes, Wu Tang |
| Hop out and swing, true king, ask 'bout me |
| Two times for niggas that ain’t gon' lose |
| Three times for niggas that break wrong rules |
| One time for niggas that paid those dues |
| Listen, if you ain’t getting it, then shame on you, on you |
| Girl, I’m tryna put this game on you |
| Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you |
| Seven figures, put my gang on too |
| Fuck it, if you don’t get it, it’s a shame on you |
| Far more than the minimum |
| Finish him |
| Throw hands, swing back like a pendulum |
| To knock that racket, no Wimbledon |
| In a long-sleeved Pendleton |
| Where the palm tree, palm leaves give me shade, even when the fray leading |
| brigades defending the innocent |
| Threw pops in the penitentiary, incidentally, all his sons grew up to be |
| gentlemen |
| With a knack for the penciling |
| Could scrap with the best of them |
| Put one straight through your chest for them |
| Boy, you ain’t got no business fucking with these family ties, on my life, |
| it’s about to be a— Wait, hold up |
| Boy, we don’t leave no witness, word to Guinness, every record that we wrecking |
| toting pistols |
| It’s incidental |
| Two times for niggas that ain’t gon' lose |
| Three times for niggas that break wrong rules |
| One time for niggas that paid those dues |
| Listen, if you ain’t getting it, then shame on you, on you |
| Girl, I’m tryna put this game on you |
| Might fuck around, let me scribble my name on you, on you |
| Seven figures, put my gang on too |
| Fuck it, if you don’t get it, it’s a shame on you |