Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't Coming Down, artist - David Dallas. Album song The Rose Tint, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Dawn Raid, Duck Down
Song language: English
Ain't Coming Down |
Got enough to go around what goes up ain’t coming down |
Baby I’m running it light it up, light it up |
Puff that shit, if your girl playing fuck that bitch |
There’s forks in the road, but hands on the wheel won’t let it go |
Show you how, what goes up |
Ain’t coming down, coming down |
Swear I don’t' give a damn, eighty five kilogram, 6 foot 2 complex of a little |
man |
Always got something to prove nothing to lose |
Dudes just browsing the net for something to do, I’m really not fucking with you |
If Ain’t got no ambition bro then I’m cuttin you loose, it’s like Chris Brown |
chuckin the duece… when they saw YE. |
on a suit |
Tell your girl come fuck with the dude |
NZ finest, king David bitch, NZ’s highness I’m in harlem now that’s NZ minus |
Still I’m giving New York NZ-itis |
That ill that sick that killer dog, make em all notice the D like I’m Dilla dog |
your girl eyeing my D like you been involved, it’s Ray Allen for three I can |
hit it dog |
Spittin on it anyone who think otherwise |
Why these other dudes stay writing lullabies |
Can’t sleep on my shit keep you up at night, I can’t cut the lights, |
would you love it right |
Got enough to go around what goes up ain’t coming down |
Baby I’m running it light it up, light it up |
Puff that shit, if your girl playing up, fuck that bitch |
There’s forks in the road, but hands on the wheel won’t let it go |
Show you how, what goes up |
Ain’t coming down, coming down |
They say I got the hemisphere on my shoulders, now couple dudes acting colder |
But I got this rum and cola, so fuck that I ain’t paying no of mine |
Extend your arm to shake, I’ll extend my arm for a clothes line |
I ain’t got no time, music is the slow grind |
Cosigns don’t mean shit when it show time, sound so hungry dudes thinkin that I |
don’t dine, you ain’t busy livin bro maybe you should go die |
Sounds harsh but I got friends in hospital beds, who would give it all to have |
your problems instead |
So stop sweating the small stuff all could be yours cuz, I’m tryin to find a |
place to rest my head on the tour bus |
I do this for all us, shy half cast in the class scared to try but don’t wanna |
come last |
Who woulda thought man, mum thinks rappers just talkin' |
Yanks mention Oaktown when I say Auckland, nah there ain’t champagne bottes |
uncorkin', I’m still on the beers with a couple of my horsemen |
Still doing the half the things, People just talking, runnin' in the shoes |
motherfuckers couldn’t walk in |
The life of a hustler, street survivor I have acomplished constant trials and |
tribulations my patience, prove… we are an oasis |
Face it |
Melaton mind criminal crime, peace on my head mean peace of mind when, |
I don’t gotta see no violence, read no violence |
Got… no island when I say I stay high in the trees |
Eye on my enemies dying to squeeze, see OP see OG’s and hope we OD for dope and |
more cheese, rats in traps they call traps perhaps they all black and back they |
own fact but, fall back don’t fall off, fuck swag when you died and the black |
bag hauled off |
Nine eleven dialing for heaven they wildin milk and honey its funny the devil |
is smilin' |
With a smirk… jerk. |
get it work get it… |