Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4N, artist - Earl Sweatshirt. Album song FEET OF CLAY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tan Cressida
Song language: English
4N |
| Uh-huh |
| Send me the invoice for all that shit |
| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit |
| Then we can enjoy all that bread |
| Send me the invoice |
| Send me the invoice for all that shit |
| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit |
| Then we can enjoy all that bread |
| Send me the invoice |
| Send me the invoice for all that shit |
| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit |
| Then we can enjoy all that bread |
| Send me the invoice |
| Send me the invoice for all that shit |
| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit |
| Then we can enjoy all that bread |
| Send me the invoice |
| Send me the invoice for all that shit |
| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit |
| Then we can enjoy all that bread |
| Send me the invoice |
| Send me the invoice for all that shit (Uh-huh) |
| Bet we can pinpoint all that shit |
| Then we can enjoy all that bread (My nigga) |
| Send me the invoice (Okay) |
| Too much bread, bread, not enough bread |
| Too much 77, not enough 7 |
| Too much Evanescence wake you up inside with a Wesson |
| Too much dereliction, nosedives for the reppin' |
| Shoot a Mac .11, take a vote ridin' on the jet |
| And do a chapter 7, chapter 11 |
| Session for session, foot in your ass like lederhosen |
| Suppose that, allegedly, I was chosen to keep your speakers broken |
| Allegedly bespoke and smokin' we keep the beacon glowin' |
| Said I know, hand, leg, hangin' in the window |
| Arrested Development Mr. Window |
| Surreptitious niggas would miss a info |
| Kicko, blicko, sicko |
| Or catch me at no awards ceremony, perish the hegemony, horse feathers homie |
| Delicatessen hoagie, pressure on me, never lonely |
| Tenderonie, skeleton extra boney |
| Never phony, relish the testimony |
| And I began to riot |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-uh |
| Bend we don’t break, swing we don’t miss |
| We just might might be okay, the same voltage |
| Hold the charge like the phone lit |
| No regards for the bullshit |
| Who all in? |
| who got the cards flipped? |
| Who on shit, who get the target split |
| Who on your marksman’s bad side |
| Going in landmines, don’t count steps |
| The old chest said it’s about time |
| Slow breathe, cold flesh made her mouth cry |
| We know death, alright let’s go left |
| Hand signs, still with the bands like lead singers |
| Niggas remember them camp fires |
| I dip when they capsize |
| And swift hit the roads kickin' cans like chivalry dead |
| You really dead, but we still ahead |
| Couple clips left, couple lips cleft |
| Hammer and nail, Hommy and Earl |
| Spotting, got 'em from the top of the hill |
| Wrote it on the foggiest mirror |
| The quality thorough, ill |
| It’s all I could spill |
| There’s more I could do |
| Ooh ooh ooh ooh |