Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Give Me Your Life , by - Dope D.O.D.. Release date: 24.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Give Me Your Life |
| Are you gonna bark all day, lil' doggy? |
| Or are you gonna bite? |
| Ah, okay |
| Here we go again, civil hit 'em |
| 100 kilogram sledgehammer rhythm that’ll split 'em on impact |
| Swimming like Gibbens through this track |
| We keep the safe guarded by Rhodesian Ridgebacks |
| Underground studio, witch craft |
| Stuck in the booth like a movie role |
| The hash in the air smells like cookie dough (Who you know) |
| I couldn’t give a fuck less about |
| Try rapping that tuff with ya guts hangin' out! |
| That about does it, ya heart rate plummets |
| Ya best friends vomits, the sky rains comets |
| No shoulda, woulda, coulda or what ifs |
| Hacked into nugget sized trash bag rubbish |
| You talking to the one that wrote branded at 21 |
| Fuck ya Instagram, fuck Donald Trump and Lil Pump |
| This is rebel shit, heavy metal shit |
| Spit at the cops and skip school for the hell of it! |
| They call it hip-hop but where are the bars, yo? |
| (Where are the bars?) |
| Yeah, you treway but you rap with armee |
| I catch bodies like Narcos |
| Stuff a fake rapper face first in a wood chipper like Fargo |
| I scribble riddles that kill all you little Lils |
| Ya body is in the shed while I pillow talk with yo widow |
| I bet a lot of parents don’t like Skits |
| But it goes like this… |
| Ahem, listen kids |
| That’s not a knife, this is a knife |
| That’s not a rapper, don’t give 'em a mic |
| That’s not a classic, fuck all the hype |
| Fuck all your likes, gimme your life |
| See, I’m anti social, I don’t wanna talk to niggas |
| Mind yo fuckin' business, I don’t wanna chalk them niggas |
| Count yo fuckin' fingers, now you gonna lose some digits |
| When the Reaper set foot inside the buildin' shit get vivid |
| Live it to the the limit, any sin I did commit it |
| Niggas try to live it, I can see it’s just a gimmick |
| See, I’m an old spirit, but my body young, nigga |
| Got a drum gun ready to stun these dumb niggas |
| So Imma lay 'em flat like a flat earth theory |
| Y’all niggas don’t wanna come near me, I swear, B |
| I fuck 'em up beyond recognition, that’s the first step |
| Skits pour the gasoline, we light 'em up like birdsnest |
| Burst chest, alien, I’m the worst yet |
| Perfect organism, cut yo circuits |
| See, I’m in deep space, y’all niggas always delayed |
| Better listen to what we say, or get erased, B-day |
| Anger in my chest, I gotta let out all the energy |
| Soundcloud rapper, you is not who you pretend to be |
| I will beat one of y’all niggas, I wanna be one y’all niggas |
| So I can jump on the cliff and never have to see one of y’all niggas |
| I’m a different type of breed, yeah, different type of trap, yeah |
| Slit a rapper throat and fuck his bitch right in the ass, yeah |
| I bet a lot of parents don’t like Reap, but I’m in too deep |
| Don’t sleep |
| That’s not a knife, this is a knife |
| That’s not a rapper, don’t give 'em a mic |
| That’s not a classic, fuck all the hype |
| Fuck all your likes, gimme your life |
| That’s not a knife, this is a knife |
| That’s not a rapper, don’t give 'em a mic |
| That’s not a classic, fuck all the hype |
| Fuck all your likes, gimme your life |