Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Appetite, artist - Dabrye. Album song Three/Three Instrumentals, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 21.02.2019
Record label: Ghostly International
Song language: English
The Appetite |
| Once again |
| Show it, show it, show it, show it |
| You a wimp, I’m up in the bed blowin' hemp |
| My shit a hundred percent |
| I’m a boss, I’m not a underling |
| Got a hundred links sitting in the infantry (Let 'em in) |
| My niggas gon' ride until the engines seize |
| Victory is seized, bitches striptease |
| I might drop 50 on a pinky ring |
| Pull up like, «Where the hoes?» |
| and take out a-holes |
| Don’t you ever compare me to those sambos |
| Cut the top off the rose, call it Amber Rose |
| I got so many hoes, I’m like the lead singer in Cameo |
| But I don’t taste like candy though |
| Tanned pea coat, tap dance on Miami coke |
| Cherry nine elevens, got a lotta weapons |
| My lady thighs make her look hind-legged |
| Exotic pet, she like a wild leopard |
| Eff it, I might let off a couple hollow heads for leverage |
| This is effortless, you bein' extra |
| Niggas say, «Wavy», that’s an S curl |
| The pump’ll make your chest curl, finesse your girl, you leave the flesh world |
| Sends you up, boy |
| Ocean’s Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it |
| Blame the appetite for sex, money, drugs, sex, money, drugs |
| Ocean’s Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it |
| Blame the appetite for sex, money, drugs, sex, money, drugs |
| Sex, money, drugs, sex, money, drugs |
| Sex, money, drugs, sex, money, drugs |
| Bubble coast to bubble coast |
| When we was broke we sold soap |
| Y’all slowpokes long dicked the pussy, give it slow strokes |
| Flow sound like shit I ghostwrote |
| Ain’t no hope in dope, that shit for dodos |
| Plus I take too many photos dipped in rose gold |
| The Benz is Merlot, the vocal booth’s an inferno |
| Took the burst from Alberto |
| And not a German pearl like serval |
| I’m layin' up, twistin', nervous, somethin' fertile |
| Let you tell it, the whips jewels runnin' |
| I threw the million at my lieutenant, the cop (Get it) |
| I might set it, bled the way you felt lightheaded |
| You had to wear light satin |
| Base leather up in white seven, it’s like heaven |
| I bang with the knife you slice bread with |
| Snatch the bread and split, you get your head hit |
| If you had street etiquette, I better break |
| Niggas ain’t better than me, they never been |
| Ocean’s Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it |
| Blame the appetite for sex, money, drugs, sex, money, drugs |
| Ocean’s Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it |
| Blame the appetite for sex, money, drugs, sex, money, drugs |
| Hoodrat fun like Young Latarian |
| Glide my stank ass 'cross your stage like Omarion |
| It’s the big leagues, buddy boy, please carry on |
| fuck big titties and spilled dairy on 'em |
| James Bond villains with retractable ceilin’s |
| Sharks in the tank wanna bank off the brilliance |
| Place the best bid on the best this side of the Mississip' |
| Stay fly like we’re fishes |
| Make a dollar do tricks like Richie Rich |
| I don’t sub tweet, I @ you like I’m gettin' sick |
| Return of the Mack, part 2, movin' at Mach 6 |
| Fastest route to thug mansion where 'Pac sits |
| My pocket is nonsense, my new shit is doofus |
| Thirsty biters wanna bite but can only sip like they toothless, useless |
| It’s like walkin' through quicksand |
| Streets that take you under, keep your beats like Nixon |
| I’m livin' for demeanour, every sentence and sentence |
| Verbal game is off the spinach, one take and I’m finished |
| Livin' in my own world like the globe don’t twirl |
| Roll blunts as a dumbbell, sensi curls |
| Smoke so much from stress that my brain don’t rest |
| So I write all night to get it off of my chest |
| Therapeutic with the music, weren’t for that, might lose it |
| Real recognize real and you look translucent |
| Rappers too emotional, be all up in they feelings |
| Went to give you somethin' then I’ll tell you how to go get it |
| Wait, roll up at the back, that’s a daily routine |
| Used to sip lean but now we see, actin' our dream |
| That’s the way the cookie crumbles, say you gotta lay up humble |
| Or a bullet make you tumble, gotta watch the ones around you |
| Ocean’s Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it |
| Blame the appetite for sex, money, drugs, sex, money, drugs |
| Ocean’s Eleven type, if we see it, we want it, then we take it |
| Blame the appetite for sex, money, drugs, sex, money, drugs |
| Sex, money, drugs, sex, money, drugs |
| Sex, money, drugs, sex, money, drugs |