Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unfamiliar, artist - Da$h. Album song Loose Skrew, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL
Song language: English
Unfamiliar |
As if you ain’t know |
As if you ain’t know |
P on the fucking boards |
Yeah, So |
Yeah, So |
Yeah, So |
Yeah, So, Uh |
The night was immature |
Plotting on trips to Singapore |
Needa bitch like Margot Robbie |
Screaming «Fuck the police!» |
Walking grim, love interest act like Harley Quinn |
Super villain, young Joker with the heartless grin |
Ever since an early age we been involved with sin |
Whatever it takes, just as long we win |
I tell that bitch, hit the strip, run laps, get the cash for me |
Riding harder than a fucking crash dumby, ask for me |
And ain’t no driving by, my clique is walking up |
They hear our name, the coroner’s going to get that chalky up |
That pop pop, brap brap |
Fly the work in, check the number like I’m NASDAQ |
Ship the work out, fiends test it like a lab rat |
Feeling like a scientist, Bill Nye |
Yeah I’m quite high, nigga live wire |
Just starting to find myself |
And niggas really think they know me |
You ain’t my friend, no we ain’t fucking homies |
Yeah, So |
If it ain’t about no bread, don’t even fucking call |
I need it all, whether Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall |
And yet we take the cake to bake so it’s fuck it we ball |
Yeah, So |
So it’s fuck it we ball |
All this shit I know been unfamiliar |
Stuck to the floor |
Ain’t even thinking 'bout the ceiling bruh |
And they know if Dolla feeling her |
Like that bitch, she got a pill in her |
And all this shit I know been unfamiliar |
Stuck to the floor |
Ain’t even thinking 'bout the ceiling bruh |
And they know if Dolla feeling her |
Like that bitch, she got a pill in her |
Top gun like Ethan Hunt |
Getting sucked in my deepest thoughts |
Steam a 'Port and make a exit, Lethal Weapon |
And my attire won’t leave no room for the second guessing |
Something foreign texting once I had a french connection |
That was another day, grab my Jack, make another play |
That was on Mother’s Day, never could you fuck with me |
Best in my bracket, champion without the ring |
Heard your man, got snatched up by them peoples and he sing |
Ain’t no room for no rats in the trap, it’s only cheese |
Surrounded by only g’s, it’s a fact, they know it’s me |
Bi-polar, schizophrenic, make it faster than I spend it |
If I said it then I meant it, and I’m bent like I was dented |
Yeah, So |
All this shit I know been unfamiliar |
Stuck to the floor |
Ain’t even thinking 'bout the ceiling bruh |
And they know if Dolla feeling her |
Like that bitch, she got a pill in her |
And all this shit I know been unfamiliar |
Stuck to the floor |
Ain’t even thinking 'bout the ceiling bruh |
And they know if Dolla feeling her |
Like that bitch, she got a pill in her |