Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shit I’m On, artist - DJ Muggs. Album song KAOS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Soul Assassins
Song language: English
Shit I’m On |
| Uh, uh, uh, fuck you thought, boy? |
| Uh |
| You already know what we doing, boy |
| King shit, shit, uh, uh, huh, uh |
| I flood the shipyard, you rap subpar |
| Fuck a roof, why cover the cars, white like a Dove bar |
| Park the double R, pull your trump card |
| This hog’s 300 large, front on the God, you get dumped on |
| You tumbled when your number was called |
| The 40 long calls, you do summersault, dog |
| Don’t worry, lord, the summer’s all yours |
| The pump still up under the London fog |
| The horse is imported from Portugal |
| My songs is like soft porn |
| Pouring Pourisons with tall Amazons |
| Black Panameras, Tony Montana standards |
| Scramblers is scanners in the Porsche |
| Grams is soft, we used to scramble on the porch |
| For what a Phantom cost, I blam at your thoughts |
| Transport snort, so raw the shit snowballed |
| Got bowling balls for balls |
| My redbone whore, she like Charlie Baltimore |
| We up, my dog, check the scoreboard |
| The crib four floors, you know we in this for the long haul |
| That shit I’m on |
| Uh, that’s that shit I’m on |
| Roll the window down and hit 'em all |
| That’s that shit I’m on |
| That’s that shit I’m on |
| That’s that shit I’m on |
| Roll the window down and hit 'em all |
| Huh, uh, yo, lime green Gallardo |
| I’m like Marlo without the scar though |
| You know how karma go |
| The AR strap go over the collar bone |
| I bone fly hoes in Ferragamo |
| My shine still glow from behind a blindfold |
| Rock the frozen manteca, the Rollie Skydweller |
| Uh, they crashed the Regera on La Cienaga |
| All my lines is like cinema |
| The tool shot derringers close by, I feel like I’m John Derringer |
| Uh, all my clothes is Italian cut (Italian cut) |
| Only fuck with bitches if they down to fuck (Uh) |
| My shades a thousand bucks and up |
| I got a Russian plug, I get you plugged (Plugged) |
| Your heart’ll stop pumping blood (Uh) |
| Get fly for the hoes in the no fly zone |
| Copped the R Seven Quattro, y’all don’t drive those |
| We fly fly hoes to the Galapagos with white gold ropes |
| To keep 'em right, we get 'em lipo’d |
| Aight though |
| Uh, that’s that shit I’m on |
| Roll the window down and hit 'em all |
| That’s that shit I’m on |
| That’s that shit I’m on |
| That’s that shit I’m on |
| Roll the window down and hit 'em all |