Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Les be reel, artist - DAT ADAM. Album song newWAVE, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 20.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hydra
Song language: English
Les be reel |
Feel like a dick, 'cause I penetrate you pussies |
Feel like a Sith in my deadly sins hoodie |
Peach like pink on my nails, I’m a beauty |
Peace sign hangin' on my chain, I’m on duty |
Yah, yah, yah, yah, you feel like you god, yeah |
But money can’t clean your ass up and you’re really disgusting |
Yah, yah, yah, yah, no need to discuss this |
You’re a struggling fuck and tryna hide it with your muscles |
Yeah, I’d rather be a misfit (than what?) |
Than a visionless misset, 'cause jealousy will make you vicious |
Yeah, I’d rather be a misfit (than what?) |
Than a misset that’s driven by it’s publicity addiction (oh, damn) |
Ho-ho-ho-homie, let’s be real for a minute |
Guess this team’s the realest |
We don’t need no gimmicks |
See, we don’t feel you, mimics |
Better flee, we feast on missets, yeah |
And we’re killin' beats for a livin', yeah |
Outta space, your peak’s the ceilin', yeah |
Never usin' cheats, always winnin', yeah |
Cookin' all his heat while you’re skimmin', yeah |
Yeah, now I look back on Chrome and I see that |
We’re always three steps ahead of this weak ass |
Hitters and there’s actually no fuckin' need to work hard, so in fact |
We could just fuckin' lean back and relax, but |
I want to go so hard on 'em |
I want to go so hard on 'em |
Work hard, learn hard, to go so hard on 'em |
I go SSJ2 Gohan on 'em, pow |
Make 'em pop like Junior Cells, we’re cool as hell |
You just make a fool of yourself, how mindful |
Your mind is just full of yourself, what you call wealth |
Is certainly not good for your health, I mean look at yourself |
You’re still stupid as hell |
I suggest you put some books in your shelf (yeah), ey |
And the saddest part of all is that you really call yourself an artist |
But you’re just in it for the star game, see, be seen and all that |
Lame-ass illusionist shit, you’d ride a dick for |
You ain’t goin' all-in, don’t pull up your heart and |
Biggest aim is seein' your name on fuckin' Pitchfork, ugh |
Or fuckin' Billboard, focus only for them bills, bruh |
Like you ain’t got no fuckin' sort of skill, bruh |
Take a look into the mirror and be real, bruh |
Let’s be real, uh |