Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Confess, artist - Fashawn.
Date of issue: 23.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Confess |
She had to confess that I am the best |
That I am, that I am, that I am the best |
Confess, confess |
She had to confess that I am the best |
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang |
Step into the party with Baccardi in my veins |
I knock her dang, her body I gotta bang |
Like it was a 9 mm that I aim |
Not a train, I prolly forgot her name |
Arrive with the gang, the posse that I claim |
Play Monopoly games, profiting off pain |
Hear the boppin' and go hop in her Range |
The best at it according to sex addicts |
Made her wet then made a mess out of fresh fabrics |
Uh she 'bout to cum, I should just let her |
Hon' it doesn’t get better than this six letter |
Stop the blood clot lying, no, him no lying |
When I gave it to her she swore that she saw Zion (Lawd of mercy) |
Hit it hard yeah I gave her all iron |
Boom, more fire, I torch your whole attire |
I scorch writers at liquor store cyphers |
The poor righteous, teach you with arthritis |
Patois of a rap star, I’m mac hard |
Bag bitches in the back yard and dash off |
Treat me like a flask cause they swallowing Fashawn |
Aaw, why did I have to go and attack y’all |
Hey, wa da da dang, a whole lotta dollars they gain |
Whole lotta shotters with bottles and models we gotta bring |
Ja bless the child who can hold his own, no |
Emotion from the homie cosy in the throne |
Who got it sown |
Poems I’m penning, prone to pitching |
Product of the zone I entered |
I’m over the limit, scolding my critics |
Forget a title you couldn’t hold my attention |
Oh did I mention, took control of the imprint |
Strolling, limping, with the soul of a pimp is |
Archbishop meets Bart Simpson, starts kissing |
Shawn throws bombs from long distance |
Too many magazine to let off, my palms itching |
Either I’m insane or you not in my lane |
Why do I gotta be modest I’m bout to body the game |