Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Infinity, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song Acid Trap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DOPE D.O.D
Song language: English
Infinity |
It’s a cold world that we live in it |
(Yeah) |
And no matter where I go, I ain’t fearin' it |
(No, no, no, no, no) |
I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again |
(Talkin' shit again) |
But I ain’t even listen it |
(I ain’t even listen it, no, no) |
It’s a cold world that we live in it |
(It's a cold world that we line in it) |
And no matter where I go, I ain’t |
(No) |
I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again |
(People talkin' shit again) |
But I ain’t even listen it |
(I ain’t even listen it, no, no,) |
I ain’t even listen it |
(No, no, no, no, no) |
I ain’t even listen it |
(I ain’t even listen it) |
No, I don’t even listen when I singing the song |
Defintive destruction, when I bring along |
Cause everybody got a penny, one |
But I don’t give a fuck when I’m dropping bombs |
No, never, cause I’m livin' forever |
And my niggas want it certified |
Burned minds, cause a niggas never heard my rhymes |
I learn three times, purple skies |
I close my eyes, to some rest for a minute |
Cause y’all obssesed with the gimmicks |
I take a right left, nigga, blessed with them lyrics |
Yes, yes, I’mma give it to you |
I’m gettin' rid of the stres, |
In my chest, I’mma give it to you |
To say what you wanna say, I’mma float away |
Gettin' paid, gettin' laid, on the Milky Way |
Yes, is Dope D.O.D, nigga |
Tell me who you belivin' |
It’s a cold world that we live in it |
(Yeah) |
And no matter where I go, I ain’t |
(No, no, no, no, no) |
I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again |
(Talkin' shit again) |
But I ain’t even listen it |
(I ain’t even listen it, no, no) |
It’s a cold world that we live in it |
Whatever floats your boat, |
You gotta hold the ropes |
'Cause is a perfect storm |
We need to stay afloat |
Never give up hope |
I know it sound so cold |
But I will let it in my |
And pray when we all grow old |
In the battle for the gold medal |
We all racin' to the finish line, pedal to the metal |
I pour another shot, then that thing settle |
Humble with the shotgun, need a burning barrel |
A lonely travel, it’s the doom that’s set |
It’s funny how it seems, they don’t really know me yet |
Now they ask me what happened, why do I act funny |
I’m blew up in a week, and now I’m gettin rap money |
Yeah, I got my own cap, plus I got a rap monkey |
Sure, a whole bunch of girls that wanna' flirt |
But before I need my make-up, I wanna' see the paper |
Before you need a favor, I guess I see you later |
It’s a cold world that we live in it |
(Yeah) |
And no matter where I go, I ain’t |
(No, no, no, no, no) |
I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again |
(Talkin' shit again) |
But I ain’t even listen it |
(I ain’t even listen it, no, no) |
Whatever floats your boat |
You gotta hold the ropes |
(No, no, no, no, no)] |
'Cause is a perfect storm |
We need to stay afloat |
[I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again |
(Talkin' shit again).] |
Whatever floats your boat |
You gotta hold the ropes |
(No, no, no, no, no)] |
'Cause is a perfect storm |
We need to stay afloat |
[I turn my back, and people talkin' shit again |
(Talkin' shit again).] |
I ain’t even listen it |
(I ain’t even listen it, no, no) |