Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Evol You, artist - Dumbfoundead. Album song Old Boy Jon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.02.2013
Record label: BORN CTZN
Song language: English
Evol You |
| Last night we hit it, that glass like ceiling |
| We been playing this game way past ninth inning |
| That fast life, every night, smashin' mad women |
| I gave it up for you, I knew I had a bad feelin' |
| When I met you it was world peace, now its world war 3 |
| I gave you floor seats and you gave me nosebleeds |
| Bad chick, bad meaning bad, not good |
| Hollywood taught you well, how to fool em into love |
| All that flirtin', goin' through my cellphone cursin' |
| With all your chicken head friends at the club twerkin' |
| Now you drunk every damn night, fuckin' with that white |
| I don’t know you any more, I’m disgusted by your sight |
| Back from tour, and I’m greeted with complainin', I don’t need it |
| Shoulda seen it from a mile away, that shit you do when I’m away |
| I’m seein' all your true colors, comin' out a darker shade |
| This time around you can’t fix it with no lingerie, hey |
| I never knew (I never knew) |
| That evol you (that evol you) |
| I should’ve stayed away from you (I should’ve stayed away from you) |
| I never knew (I never knew) |
| That evol you (that evol you) |
| I should’ve stayed away from you (I should’ve stayed away from you) |
| She saying: |
| Oh you got some nerve, comin' at me with them words |
| You ain’t' got no right, when you the biggest hypocrite on earth |
| You can’t walk in to my life, every couple months then leave |
| How you want me playin' wife, when you ain’t offer me a ring? |
| Ever think about my needs, while you livin' out your dreams? |
| Out there travelin' the world, and I can’t go out for a drink? |
| That’s bull shit, don’t say shit, you out there with your crew too |
| Them chicken heads you mentioned, more reliable than you boo |
| Don’t think that I ain’t knowin' bout them hoes that you be fuckin' |
| At shows to all your sessions, and you say that I’m disgustin'? |
| By the way all the coke you mentioned that I’m always sniffin' |
| I bought it from your dealer when you made that introduction |
| You rap what’s on the surface to make it seem like its my fault |
| You write me in your verses, but when can I share my song? |
| These couple bars might be the only chance that I may ever get |
| So this for |
| You Jon, I wish that we had never met |