Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Razur StaTiC, artist - Eric North. Album song RIOT_ANGEL, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Razur StaTiC |
| Okay |
| Better luck, fuck, my fists robust |
| Your bitch wanna fuck, she said you cuck |
| I cuff her wrist, might catch that buck |
| She suck this pipe and rust till dusk |
| Your daughter slaughtered, pass her ass for lunch |
| I just pulled her panties out the trunk |
| Any nigga beefing get a punch |
| Cire used dark move crunch |
| Hopping out the motherfucking Beamer with a beam |
| I don’t know the bitch but I make cream |
| She don’t like a nigga till I’m feeding her a bean |
| She digest a mess to my scream |
| Everybody flocking, ain’t nobody ever talking |
| When a nigga start a ruckus, everybody get stuck |
| They ain’t never love me till I’m talkin bout a pill |
| And now I gotta hide these lyrics so I’ll just say fuck |
| Their souls fall down pits |
| Eyes on predictable bitch |
| She done touched my spit |
| Ice, ice, ice, my wrist |
| Got a problem? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Can’t speak, bitch? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Can’t feel shit? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Y’all so robotic, I hate y’all |
| Got a problem? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Can’t speak, bitch? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Can’t feel shit? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Y’all so robotic, I hate y’all |
| Got a problem? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Can’t speak, bitch? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Can’t feel shit? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Y’all so robotic, I hate y’all |
| Got a problem? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Can’t speak, bitch? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Can’t feel shit? |
| Let a xan talk |
| Y’all so robotic, I hate y’all |
| Fucker, fucker |
| Fucker, fucker |
| Your daughter slaughtered, pass her ass for lunch |
| I just pulled her panties out the trunk |
| Any nigga beefing get a punch |
| Cire used dark move crunch |
| Hopping out the motherfucking Beamer with a beam |
| I don’t know the bitch but I make cream |
| She don’t like a nigga till I’m feeding her a bean |
| She digest a mess to my scream |
| Everybody flocking, ain’t nobody ever talking |
| When a nigga start a ruckus, everybody get stuck |
| They ain’t never love me till I’m talkin bout a pill |
| And now I gotta hide these lyrics so I’ll just say fuck |
| Their souls fall down pits |
| Eyes on predictable bitch |
| She done touched my spit |
| Ice, ice, ice, my wrist |