Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dummy Slap, artist - Şevin. Album song Commissary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.07.2013
Record label: hog mob muzik
Song language: English
Dummy Slap |
Base cramming, yamming, pounding like a ape band |
Jamming in grace land sounding like 8 cannons |
Out of state scanning planning on my celly phone |
Yellow bone, I love the light but I hate tanning |
I show you how to sub H-O-G mob it up |
We stained by the blood it’s a gang its not a club |
I’m keeping purple in my circle all tizyme |
Certainly his service is the purpose of my grizind |
Yes it is a definite your best bet is accepting it |
We step into His presence and make not attempt to exit it |
The flesh is sick we gon just to wrestle it |
Until its desolate bring death to this mess |
Anything less and we ain’t accepting it |
Tick tick tick your time is up, think before just signing up |
The drama, can get funky like that thong that’s in your mama’s butt |
What I vomit up is way out like Andromeda |
Hot as a Somalian thermometer, I promise ya |
Dummy Slap, in the game running back |
Money in money back it’s a mummy wrap |
Bubble like soda, double my quota |
Every bill is building up the kingdom of Jehovah |
Homie we go hard |
Most of them softer than a roll of tissue |
What I rep is more official than a ref with a golden whistle |
On point like a homing missile |
Me and the devil, beef bone and gristle |
Run out of shells, I’ll throw my pistol |
When you not of this world |
There ain’t no coping with you but the Lord is with you |
When it’s cold I bet His coat will fit you |
Repent of your sins and Jehovah won’t forget you |
I ain’t perfect in my skin, I got a load of issues |
But I’m a keep mobbing until my time is out |
Making sure demons get served like they dining out |
I hate all sin all in ain’t no climbing out |
Greater is he that is in me, what’s there to whine about |
H-O-G M-O-B homie, yes that is the set I bang |
They know he won’t be no phony |
Guess that is the net I bring |
For the dark streets my heart beats, no Eddie Kane |
Yes I hate the devil man, Yeshua’s my everything |
Vindicate me O Lord for I have walked in my integrity |
And I have trusted in the Lord without wavering |
Prove me O Lord and try me test my heart and my mind |
For your steadfast love is before my eyes |
And I walk in your faithfulness |
I do not sit with men of falsehood |
Nor do I consort with hypocrites |
I hate the assembly of evildoers |
And I will not sit with the wicked |
I wash my hands in innocence |
And go around your altar, O LORD |
Proclaiming thanksgiving aloud |
And telling all your wondrous deeds |
O LORD, I love the habitation of your house |
And the place where your glory dwells |
I shall walk in my integrity; |
Redeem me, and be gracious to me |
My foot stands on level ground; |
In the great assembly I will bless the LORD |