Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SING HER A SONG, artist - Dro Kenji. Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SING HER A SONG |
| Oh-oh, oh |
| I told you I don’t really want it |
| I told you what I really want |
| Oh, oh |
| Yeah, I like the way she fuck so I’ma sing her a song (La-la-la-la-la) |
| I’m smokin' super strong, stereo |
| Spent like twenty on this 'preme coat (La-la-la-la-la) |
| I’m pouring up and I’m sipping on mud |
| I’m snacking on edibles, smoking on dro' (La-la-la-la-la) |
| I’m thinkin' 'bout what I could tell you right now |
| That’ll make you forget everything that you know, oh |
| She fuckin' with a real one and she know it |
| I grabbed the rope from 'round my neck and then I froze it |
| It’s gettin' chilly in here, we chuckin' like fifty-eight bullets in there |
| I’m icy as fuck, yeah, I know, I’m aware |
| Diamonds, they shinin' like lights at the fair |
| So tell me if you wanna go away right now (La-la-la-la-la) |
| Got way too high when I woke up, I couldn’t even recognize the ground |
| (La-la-la-la-la) |
| Hello, I’m Kenji, like, «How are you doin' today?» |
| I keep a Glock, KobeKo keep a K (Woah-ooh-woah) |
| I’m ready for war, where the opps today? |
| Shit I don’t know, must’ve all ran away |
| Stay with me now and I swear that we never gon' fall |
| Smokin' super strong, when I touch down, finna take back off |
| I’m getting this money, my closet a flex (Woah-ooh-woah) |
| I ain’t wanna fuck 'cause she threw me her neck (Woah-ooh-woah) |
| Got sick of my city and hopped on a jet (Woah-ooh-woah, la-la-la-la) |
| I’m feelin' alone, need a sip of my straight |
| Yeah, I like the way she fuck so I’ma sing her a song (La-la-la-la-la) |
| I’m smokin' super strong, stereo |
| Spent like twenty on this 'preme coat (La-la-la-la-la) |
| I’m pouring up and I’m sipping on mud |
| I’m snacking on edibles, smoking on dro' (La-la-la-la-la) |
| I’m thinkin' 'bout what I could tell you right now |
| That’ll make you forget everything that you know, oh |
| She fuckin' with a real one and she know it |
| I grabbed the rope from 'round my neck and then I froze it |
| It’s gettin' chilly in here, we chuckin' like fifty-eight bullets in there |
| I’m icy as fuck, yeah, I know, I’m aware |
| Diamonds, they shinin' like lights at the fair |
| Woah-oh-oh, oh |
| No-no-no |
| La-la-la, la, la-la-la |
| Woah-ooh-oh, Woah-ooh-oh |