Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Living on Edge, artist - Black Power. Date of issue: 12.06.2013
Song language: English
Living on Edge |
| All up in my back |
| All up in my back |
| All up in my back trying to take my track |
| Rose up from the bottom of the pump like a fleshlight |
| And all you weezy bumb bitches got your chest tight |
| Weak bitch you couldn’t beat me with your best might |
| I’m burning rubbers on hoes with the condom over Left’s eye |
| Hold up, I’m busy killing these bitches |
| If not that then I’m giving them stitches |
| I’m burning them down then I’m cutting these bitches |
| If they talk shit then I’m kicking they lips in |
| If you talk shit then I’m kicking your lips in |
| They drippin' with blood, till they’re literally spittin' |
| I’m all in your face, I’ve got something to spit in |
| Hold up, wait — time for recollection |
| If rap is crucified, bitch I’m the resurrection |
| The best kept secret — You is indiscretion |
| I’m here to fucking teach em', you the fucking lesson |
| You and me a wild fire to a matchstick |
| I’m a fucking problem, you don’t wanna add this |
| Hold up — You don’t wanna add this |
| Better yet go learn your shoes and your bags bitch |
| Every time I hear that part for the rest of my life |
| I’m gonna die of laughter |
| Oh wait, wait, I was the first person to hear «Succubi» |
| Oh whatever the fuck you called that weak ass diss to Jim Jones |
| You know when you had bitches up in your hood trying find dirt on you |
| Or like the time you were the studio with Missy Elliott |
| And she was scared to be in the studio with you, remember |
| Bitch I’m from the 313 |
| Whip the fuckin' meat cleaver out like who want beef |
| Fuck you gonna do with this Diplo flow |
| Dissed you on own your shit, you should dip low ho |
| Wait, I want you bitches so scared that your mental break |
| So you forever be broke with expensive taste |
| I bet you won’t leap, ol' frog ass bitch |
| Pussy ass Courage the Cowardly Dog ass bitch |
| Hold up |
| Or like when you were texting me about Kreayshawn, remember |
| «Let's steal her fans, we’re not really friends with this bitch» |
| And I was like, oh ok, we’re all good |
| Bitch, I got ammo on you |
| Bitch, you don’t want war |
| But we’re just gonna tell what happened when we were together |
| I was in the City, chillin' with a bum bitch |
| You was in my text, looking for some pity, bitch |
| «I'm at the bar alone on some Sex in the City shit |
| My boyfriend left me, my heart finna' break» |
| Bitch, you be fucking niggas on they oxygen tank |
| Shit, I be making moves, bitch, plotting my fate |
| Looking at you wack hoes like who’s spot should I take |
| Wait, Rocawear, Rainbow, now you’re on your Wang shit |
| Rapunzel gon' be missing like her edges and her bangs is |
| Really, I was hoping you would clap first |
| But either way I’mma gonna give you that work |
| I’m the one everybody say you can’t be |
| You know it too, cause I’m the only one you ain’t tweet |
| Nappy-headed Chia pet, ghetto fucking Easter Bunny |
| Eat up every track, Esta Noche — Munchi |
| I’m like genuinely laughing on this shit |
| That’s why she doesn’t really talk much |
| Cause like I just want you to have the balls to respond to me, bitch |
| Don’t tell me when you’re going to London for a month |
| Don’t say, oh, you’re so |
| Wait, wait, wait, wait, I see you hung out with Paul Epworth |
| Did he play you the track that I ripped |
| Did he play your style that I stole, bitch |
| Give me the beat, let me work that bass |
| He played that for me, I didn’t like it |
| Bitch put an album out |
| I think my album’s more done than yours |
| And I just started a week ago |
| You out here sleeping on studio floors |
| Wasting money on Digi-videos and Photoshop |
| Stop it, bitch |