Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RVD, artist - DJ Scheme. Album song Preseason EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Scheme
Song language: English
RVD |
| Huh, what, yuh |
| Why they be on my dick? |
| (Wet, wet, wet, wet) |
| So fucking hard |
| (Wet, wet, why!) |
| I know I be shittin' on them |
| You fucking stink nigga, of fucking jealousy, on God |
| They be literally forcing their malevolent energy around me |
| When I ask them what they jealous about? |
| Huh? |
| I maneuver, I maneuver |
| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Yuh, Dracula 'cause first I’m gon' count |
| Spectacular, no mouth, she use snout, uh |
| Yes I’m from the South, dirty golds in my mouth, uh |
| Told 'em catch up like you dropped in Tomato Town, uh |
| Stuffed grass blunt to my mouth lights out, uh |
| Rice around, white like the crust on your mouth, uh |
| If you don’t like it, bye bitch be out, uh |
| Why your ass around me, oh yeah, 'cause my clout |
| Off the piff, huh |
| Like I hit a riff, huh |
| I be duckin' 12, tell the judge suck a dick, huh |
| Used to live in Hell I ain’t failed ever since, huh |
| Walkin' Ginger Ale, Chip and Dale on my stick, huh |
| Ooh, you spicy, huh, you spicy |
| I fucked her bestie now she like «Danny you shiesty», huh |
| In my white tee, yuh, in my white tee |
| Say you want smoke, all that pressure excite me |
| Ayy, olly olly oxen free how I misunderstood this shit, uh |
| Coppers can’t get a drop on me like a beat that’s almost finished, uh |
| Hol' up, let me finish, uh, brace yourself like dentist, yeah |
| Stone like a Flint, uh, sharp top of fence, uh |
| Diamonds cold as nippy, give her PP like spell Hippy |
| I must’ve just had a wet dream, 'cause a nigga drippy |
| They be so surprised that I got cents like my name 50 |
| Popped a couple Glocks and had poke it like a titty |
| Um, Danny Towers, Tilted Towers, when he fuck your bitch |
| Police need to leave Kodak alone and fucking suck a dick |
| Feeling like my name Malone, 'cause I’m posted with a cig' |
| I don’t want you, fucking bitch, I bob and weave and fuck her lips |
| Uh, Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don’t fuck with these niggas |
| Rob Van Dam, wrestling these bitches |
| Call me back fam, need to know you with me |
| Tired of these people that pretend they fuckin' with Ski |
| Uh, Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don’t fuck with these niggas |
| Rob Van Dam, wrestling these bitches |
| Call me back fam, need to know you with me |
| Tired of these people that pretend they fuckin' with Ski |
| She a nasty bitch, gulp, gulp, gulp |
| I give her nasty dick like oh, oh, oh |
| I went from rags to riches, no help, just hope |
| Now I’m T’d up in this bitch, a crosshair on my scope |
| I can’t take this is fucking with my vision |
| You can’t say shit 'cause you is not no different |
| I push up in that Hellcat tote heavy ammunition |
| I don’t feel great, but these diamonds on me pissing |
| Uh, Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don’t fuck with the niggas |
| Rob Van Dam, uh, wrestling these bitches |
| Call me back fam', need to know you with me |
| Tired of these people that pretend they fuckin' with Ski |
| Uh |