Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wait, artist - E-dubble. Album song Two Tone Rebel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.11.2016
Record label: Black Paisley
Song language: English
Wait |
| Two tone, represent, can’t do with a mic and a check |
| Looks like I might be back, I might be back, I might be back |
| No doubt with that |
| Came back fresh, win a house from that |
| They paid racks for that, back to back, just another nut to crack |
| E-dub, they call me that, cause my first name and my surname |
| Nom de plumes are like plumes that smoke |
| In that they linger longer than the big flame |
| I’ve been known to do, I’ve been known to do |
| I’ve been known to do big things |
| Age 12 had 'Ready to Die' on repeat, no big change |
| I go, I go hard as fuck, good God I’m charging up |
| I’m up on Amazon like, «Fuck it all these targets suck» |
| I’m optimum with prime until he turns to garbage trucks |
| And dumps out, like kung-pow, no turn down, just turn up |
| I got a really really big heart, I got a really really big… |
| And when it comes to growling I don’t mess around |
| With my bites as bad as my bark |
| Motherfucker I’ve been dope from the start |
| I start dope from the bin |
| Got a team full of FPS shooters |
| So who you think is gon' win? |
| Motherfucker I… |
| Follow them breadcrumbs |
| We leave them to teach some |
| Each one will speak without preaching to be one |
| Keep your eyes open |
| Approach each new season |
| With hope that the ghosts from our past heed our reason |
| Monopolize, hypothesize, I got to ride, those people died |
| Peace inside, no mix supplies, no need to weep, it don’t feed the fire |
| Beast alive, no need to lie, just heed the fire, lead the fire |
| Y’all need the heat, y’all choose to weep |
| And y’all keep the peace in like a pizza piea |
| I mean preach the pious, reach survivors |
| Got a four-fifths slang that’ll eat papyrus |
| Gonna cop a chopper so big motherfuckers can’t reach me with the Zika virus |
| And this ain’t a game |
| Why be a God when you can be a king? |
| At least a king’s a real thing |
| Bout' to take some names and then fuck the whole game up |
| I venture to say that my soul is intact still |
| That’s not say that our future’s not fragile |
| I live in this place between lithium and natural |
| Don’t like the taste though |
| I won’t swallow that pill |
| I pop pills, pills I pop, pop two pills, on stilts I walk |
| Fuckboys outlined in chalk, can’t fuck with the Incredible Hulk |
| The incredible G.O.A.T, no time left, the indelible vote |
| Better make the choice and when you make the choice |
| You better leave us a credible hope |
| I got sixteens for like 4k, no divorces, no wonder age |
| Rippin' verses for a fickle purpose |
| Just get to work, do what the horse said |
| Top back, no horseplay, my forte, no poor taste |
| I stay in that one spot, keep cool in fourth place |
| Motherfucker! |