Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Impressed , by - Dezzie. Release date: 17.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Impressed |
| Bo-bo, bo-bo |
| (Itchy, is that how you’re goin' on, yeah?) |
| Y’know, y’know, ah |
| Yo, to the right (Ah-ah), to the left (Ah-ah) |
| Arch your bunda, I’m impressed (Y'know) |
| Fucked out of her, lost interest |
| Real street nigga, still got invest (Gang, gang) |
| Yo, to the right (Ah-ah), to the left (Ah-ah) |
| Arch your bunda, I’m impressed (Y'know) |
| Fucked out of her, lost interest |
| Real street nigga, still got invest (Bands) |
| Yo, I put bands on his head, yeah, dead man (Dead man) |
| I see him from far, he with them man (Ay) |
| See where he wan' drive |
| He’s lovin' the glide |
| But buck one hop on the ped, fam (Ay, Bando) |
| Yo, and if he get bun like Jojo did |
| Just please don’t run to the fed man (Ay) |
| She gon' ride all night when I slide inside |
| Did I remind her of her ex man? |
| (Jokeman) |
| She don’t have a clue of the things he do (Uh-uh, uh-uh) |
| Pull up, surprise, peek-a-boo (Bo-bo) |
| They say Junebug really gone coo-coo (Yeah) |
| I can’t fully confirm the loose, he’s screw (Y'know, y’know) |
| Dip, splash, never do Kung Fu (Uh-uh, uh-uh) |
| Bust that into the yutes, juju (Ay, bust that) |
| African boy, Ghana man |
| I was breakin' down food, so I love fufu (Bombaclaat) |
| Yardman start steppin' on my string vest (Yeah) |
| Made my first hundred, I was impressed |
| I tried do Bitcoin and invest |
| Talkin' highly, slow down when you cinches (I ain’t seen my down) |
| We turn the road side flames |
| Bro smoked him, guns catch both interest (Brr) |
| Free 2smoke, my man out of his clothes |
| He woulda been there, shoulda been there (Bye) |
| Yo, back then, Lil Sav was D-do (Gang, gang) |
| Trip up, hold 12 like he got (Ay, wet that) |
| D2, I can’t rate on the these lot (Uh-uh, uh-uh) |
| So more time, tryna get about three shot (Bye, bye) |
| 4−4-2, that’s tactics (Yeah) |
| Bro slapped it, made man do backflips (Y'know, y’know) |
| I still wrap them notes in elastics (Ah) |
| Even though I didn’t puff my jacket |
| Yo, my brownin' come way too sexy (Ah) |
| Better than Keisha and Becky (Y'know, y’know) |
| Lightskin gyal love doin' up necky |
| My brownskin bars wan' aim me for brekky |
| '019, full street went safe (Uh-uh, uh-uh) |
| 'Cah SJ made that real side tekky (They know) |
| This whole shotgun come tall like Grace |
| Half-it, half-it, real steady |
| Yo, to the right (Ah-ah), to the left (Ah-ah) |
| Arch your bunda, I’m impressed (Y'know) |
| Fucked out of her, lost interest |
| Real street nigga, still got invest (Gang, gang) |
| Yo, to the right (Ah-ah), to the left (Ah-ah) |
| Arch your bunda, I’m impressed (Y'know) |
| Fucked out of her, lost interest |
| Real street nigga, still got invest (Bando) |
| Yo, so she love gun man, she a bad one (Bad one) |
| Come to the O, come grab one (Grab one) |
| Bro-bro fell in love with his hand gun (Ay) |
| Made a lad one, broad day when he bang one (Brrt, bow) |
| We let it rain over there (And there) |
| Another day, can’t wait 'til I catch one |
| The G lot leaves your brain over there |
| And in the air like a Jordan’s flunk dunk |
| Yo, so she love bad man (Woi, woi) |
| Heard that nick, now, they all nag man (Uh) |
| Free Boogz, he a real mad man (Free him up) |
| If I talk on the things, feds might grab man (Sh-sh) |
| He get close, so bro tan man (Bo-bo) |
| Must’ve thought this ride was a cab man (Jokeman) |
| Blacked out just like Batman (Yeah) |
| Man GBG’s, so they can’t act man (Brrt, brrt) |
| Yo, me and D2 like Ferb and Phineas (Ferb and Phineas) |
| Now, don’t be ridiculous (Nah) |
| More like Frog and Bradz in the backroad |
| With my rambo, scary, insidious (Fuckin' hell) |
| These idiots (Man), I got bine for all you affiliates |
| And I ain’t got time for your silliness (Nah) |
| This shotgun’s corn is hideous |
| Yo, I’m back in this two litre (Ay, spin it, spin it) |
| Put one through his vest like Blue Peter (Whoosh) |
| Ruin poet, that’s a Grim Reaper (Uh) |
| We ain’t come to the dance about no heater (Uh-uh, uh-uh) |
| If you say you love me then you must trust me (Yeah) |
| Don’t have to puff me, best hold this beater (Uh) |
| Big bunda, mamacita |
| Hello darling, is that Sele-ah? |
| (Ay, ay) |
| She loves doin' balloons and smart whip (Smart whip) |
| I love when she bad and she arch it |
| Yo, forget yo boyfriend, just arch it (Uh) |
| After I jeet, I’ma pass it (Y'know) |
| Yo, said I’m to the gulag to scarce it |
| Come to Farm, man, anywhere, we’ll rass it (Grrt, bow) |
| Ride a long one, that’s two in the cartridge |
| On the opp block, chest shot if I blast it |
| Yo, to the right (Ah-ah), to the left (Ah-ah) |
| Arch your bunda, I’m impressed (Y'know) |
| Fucked out of her, lost interest |
| Real street nigga, still got invest (Gang, gang) |
| Yo, to the right (Ah-ah), to the left (Ah-ah) |
| Arch your bunda, I’m impressed (Y'know) |
| Fucked out of her, lost interest |
| Real street nigga, still got invest (Gang, gang) |