Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Disaster, artist - Dave. Album song PSYCHODRAMA, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dave, Neighbourhood
Song language: English
Disaster |
She whinin' like a nice booshie |
Came on a Rambo ting |
Everything camouflaging |
Lookin' like a bulletproof vest, nah, that's just a body warmer |
Big man gossiping, there's nothin' worser |
Assure it, I'm a father for them man |
Bring something larger for them man |
Disaster, disaster for them man |
Them man, them man |
Them man there |
Make a one trip there |
Just to make-a one ting clear |
Then fly out to Edinburgh |
I'm so fly I might just pump my cologne, need a zuubi to roll |
Left eye look through your soul |
I'm blinded by love while I'm winkin' at you |
I'm thinkin' out loud so you know I'm always thinkin' 'bout you |
Same time I don't think I'm too irrational |
Fuck beefin' with babies |
Catch a man raving |
We're taking your paper, you're yak and your ladies |
Fist fight, this bitch bites like it's rabies |
Drop from your baby, catch him there |
I'm standing here |
Bumped into Dave by the Santander |
You is in the same spot you was in last year |
Who said life ain't fair? |
I know man who live life in fear |
This time last year |
You on the same block standing there |
Smoking, gossiping, chatting bare |
Don't tell me that you ain't involved |
Them JME cah man don't care |
Man don't business, love no witness |
Hug no traitor, spud no snitches |
Man try live this, never knew he had a clitoris |
Have a man for breakfast, take about hitlist |
I bring the fire, you a liar and a backstabber |
I'm with the born chasers or I'm with the cash-grabbers |
I'm doin' mathematics, automatic, never static |
And she don't know my real name, she thought I was Patrick |
Sit back and smoke a baseball bat |
You think this is the life, boy, it ain't all that |
I done some evil things that I wouldn't take back |
I keep it to myself 'cause people wanna chat |
Keep it to yourself, people wanna talk |
Flossin' in the gossip's how you end up in a war |
I've got nothing for a fed, copper for your head |
And that's the definition of a penny for your thoughts |
We just live and maintain |
We on the same streets but we don't play the same game |
You're the type to get caught and go and play the blame game |
You should be ashamed |
If I stick to my heart, I'll put my stick to your brain |
Let it rip for the pain then put shit on my name |
'Til I grip and I aim |
Dip on a plane with a brand new name |
Mummy I got a flight to catch |
All for an internet gangster or cyber man |
Mike Myers man, a couple triers tried to try a man |
My boys put stars in the hood like I'm stryding man |
I know people wearin' Roleys doin' life in can |
Isn't that ironic that they couldn't find the time to plan |
Still keep a faith in God, still couldn't spare the rod |
Marcel, you know me, I came with the Blazin' Squad |
You better pray to God whenever I'm in town |
Like a kid in a divorce, I'm leaving with your spouse |
I can't make a horse at the river open its mouth |
You ain't got the drive, that's why you're in the drought |
Life's great, I'm in Sweden or Copenhagen |
Gettin' brain from a Dane who's first name I can't pronounce |
She whinin' like a nice booshie |
Came on a Rambo ting |
Everything camouflaging |
Lookin' like a bulletproof vest, nah, that's just a body warmer |
Big man gossiping, there's nothin' worser |
Assure it, I'm a father for them man |
Bring something larger for them man |
Disaster, disaster for them man |
Them man, them man |
Them man there |
Make a one trip there |
Just to make-a one ting clear |
Then fly out to Edinburgh |
I'm so fly I might just pump my cologne, need a zuubi to roll |
Left eye look through your soul |
I'm blinded by love while I'm winkin' at you |
I'm thinkin' out loud so you know I'm always thinkin' 'bout you |
Same time I don't think I'm too irrational |