Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Whalé , by - Da$h. Song from the album V.I.C.E.S., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 29.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL
Song language: English
Whalé |
| I brought the lighter too |
| I got it with me this time |
| Yo (Soul!) sinister literature |
| Read my riddles it’ll get rid of ya quicker than ritalin |
| Red bones leave me with a ridden dick, how real is this? |
| Think of sinnin' man’s cinema, sweet |
| Til the servant serves you the vinegar, it’s deep |
| Simple as finding algorithms and statistics |
| Walking with your children in the red light district |
| Look at me, dancing with Alori’s ghost |
| Hope I don’t got two left feet, you know I love you mama! |
| Keep my ear to the street, concrete jungle |
| At the top dog eat dog homie, stay humble |
| If it’ll be it’ll be, damn straight |
| My plan A was to beat up a beat |
| Put words together like Scrabble, dazzle a audience |
| At first it sounded like babel, but now it all makes sense |
| I brought it 'round full circle for y’all squares |
| Bad to the bone, you goody two-shoes couldn’t compare, yeah |
| If fair is fair I’m the air |
| Not next to the king, but what you breathe |
| You may not see, but believe me I’m there |
| This inspiration, I been here before |
| I’m on my 777th incarnation, Soul |
| I H-A-T-E Y-O-U |
| Wake up and read about my capers in the Sunday papers |
| Young Vincent Vega |
| Got a date with Uma Thurman later |
| Prescription drugs run through the arteries |
| Tell myself, this what a god should be |
| The engine run, don’t need no starter key |
| Pray the lord, the devil pardon me |
| Immortal partially |
| I tell Benson to pull up through the portal just so he could fuckin' toss the |
| piece |
| No traces, no faces, beat the court cases |
| Cowboy like I’m Troy Aikman |
| Walk in the bank, yolk up the teller, tell him crack the safe |
| Grab the case, then ash the blunt in the bastard’s face |
| Then evaporate |
| Don’t got no time to waste, more than I make it seem though |
| Gettin' paid for spittin' mean quotes |
| Backflip off a motherfuckin' speed boat |
| Land on a dolphin, laser on his head just in case I see a shark fin |
| I do it often, lay in your coffin |
| Niggas better off, my bitches draped in terrycloth |
| I’m a idol for every boss, you been a fraud |
| I play the track and bet a rack on the horses |
| With an Iraqi bitch, her features is gorgeous |
| I did all this, nigga |
| Smell the scent when I walk in the room nigga |
| Cause if you ain’t know, it’s money nigga |
| Every dollar, every day gettin' fast money, you motherfuckin' know |
| I H-A-T-E Y-O-U |
| Like, fuck you |
| I write the raps on a roof in January, I’m by the pool |
| Just left New York, I’m on the road for the chips |
| These Jordan 6's, been everywhere |
| Could bet he there there if the 'fetti near |
| Posted at the function with the Henny stare |
| 3 quarter length on the jacket smooth as a fingeroll |
| I ship the blow out in cicero |
| I smoke the Frieza, count the Piccolo |
| Pinkie ring right under the mistletoe, like kiss it ho |
| Bend her over and send her home |
| I mix the oxtail sauce right on the rooftop |
| Cookin' apron and tube socks, came a long way from blue tops |
| Shit a couple more shows I’m fit for a new drop |
| But they wantin' what you got, ride around with that ooh-wop |
| For the niggas that think I’m slippin' |
| Like the cats that murdered Harold |
| Ran and blammed him asked him if he needed help, heartless |
| For a piece of wealth like there couldn’t be peace and wealth |
| The piece is felt right beneath the belt, stealth |
| Left the courthouse, sold the rocks in my dress socks |
| 9−5 finna be more burner blunts at the rest stop |
| Met the connect by the dock he sported the dreadlocks |
| Jordans was dead stock |
| I never once shook his hand, it’s nothin' but head nods |
| Yeah we keep it classy |
| The whip is clean, but the seats is ashy, snazzy |
| Make your bitch boof a quarter, hit the border |
| Take a shit just to serve the order, Porter |
| I H-A-T-E Y-O-U |