Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shame On You, artist - D Smoke.
Date of issue: 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 |