Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SOPRANO, artist - Duckwrth. Album song THE FALLING MAN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
SOPRANO |
| Lucifer sings in, Soprano |
| Fallen angels listenin' to Zeppelin |
| Yo mamma told you not to (What) |
| Listen to secular music, the devils in the trap |
| Automatic weapons singin' like tubas |
| Black Sabbath on vinyl |
| AC/DC in the summer |
| Killa Cam in the winter |
| This is what you always wanted |
| Turning degrees to 100 |
| This is what you always wanted |
| Turning degrees to 100 |
| Ay man! |
| Turn on the AC it’s hot in here! |
| (Yeah!) |
| Crank that |
| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Direct your hands to the ceiling |
| Hold on, hold on, crank that (Crank, crank) |
| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Direct your hands to the ceiling |
| Hold on, hold on, say |
| How them flames end up on the ceiling, huh? |
| Burn down the roof, make 'em all say (Ah!) |
| Jump out the trap, go grill that, huh (Huh) |
| Jump out the coupe, four-wheel that, huh (Skrrt) |
| Ski mask and boots, make 'em steal that, huh |
| Run up on the same trap, dumpin' like (Ah!) |
| Throw the nigga inside the van, uh (Yeah) |
| Tie him up, his feets and hands, uh |
| He was walkin' 'round like Godzilla |
| He didn’t know this ain’t Japan (No way) |
| You ain’t the dapper of Dan (Ooh) |
| You ain’t the king of the land (Huh) |
| Sleepin' like keepers and Xans |
| I wake you up, you been stuck in a trance |
| I air you out like a million of fans |
| I crank it up like you singing sopran' |
| Crank that |
| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Direct your hands to the ceiling (Hold on) |
| Hold on, hold on, crank that (crank, crank) |
| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Direct your hands to the ceiling |
| Hold on, hold on, say |
| How the fuck am I supposed to breathe |
| When there’s so much bullshit all around? |
| (You can’t) |
| Trappin', trappin' got you trapped |
| But it’s okay because the beat got a bangin' sound (That's real) |
| Gunna man, hunnid grams, hunnid grand |
| The baddest bitch is world-renowned (What else?) |
| Mix that like it’s jambalaya |
| Serve that the masses, nigga, how profound |
| (Hell no) Somethin' ain’t right |
| Tastin' too sweet when I had the first bite (Huh) |
| Cook in the kitchen with numerous knives (Cook) |
| 808 sauce, I’ma throw it like spice |
| Based to the God with that «Wonton Soup» |
| Migos just added the wonton rice |
| Now you can’t get enough (No) |
| Eat 'em all up (Uh) |
| Hit 'em with the quick tummy tuck (Yeah!) |
| Ooh, so you just slappin' niggas? |
| Pullin' cards |
| Taking it to a new level, huh? |
| Aight |
| Crank that |
| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Direct your hands to the ceiling (Hold on) |
| Hold on, hold on, crank that (Crank, crank) |
| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!) |
| Direct your hands to the ceiling |
| Hold on, hold on, hah |
| Ooh, testify (Yeah, yeah) |
| Escaping the flames (Yeah!) |
| Mama said testify (Yeah!) |
| Crank that (Ah!) |