Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saxophone Doom, artist - Flux Pavilion. Date of issue: 21.09.2017
Song language: English
Saxophone Doom |
| Sweatbox hot, the block is on fire |
| Looks like Mom and Pop, that’s right I’m a |
| Dope head, drop out, drop-head recliner |
| Get top, with no line, I’m top lining |
| No top boys in yo' set, so stop lying |
| Kept the rhythm funky and fresh, for my body |
| 6 gold chains on my neck, each sided |
| Beat boys fresh for the set, no one timing |
| Haters get up off me, I’m fuckin' saucy |
| Michael Scott up in The Office, I’m fuckin' bossy |
| Yardman gone wazze, you can’t stop me |
| Where de 'wana get it poppin', now what the problem |
| All my niggas got priors, they eaten' pasta |
| All my bitches wear heels, and they talk proper |
| Clique wars, 5 mil, man it’s fuckin' awesome |
| Clipboard, 5 mil, man it’s fuckin' awesome |
| So tell me who gon' fuckin' stop us |
| Nah nigga, no body |
| Nah nigga, no body |
| Guarantee you that my gang on it! |
| I guarantee that the gang on it |
| Gave the girl the mic and she sang on it |
| Flux made a beat and I bang on it |
| Ass so fat, put a chain on it |
| Hit it so good, put my name on it |
| Hit it like I’m 'bout to put a ring on it |
| But then I put the gang on it |
| Ay, then I put the gang on it, Bitch! |
| Really way bigger than that, they can’t kill me |
| Really way bigger than rap, they can’t feel me |
| Know that I be smokin' the pack, they can’t smell me |
| Niggas know it ain’t really shit, they can’t tell me |
| Ain’t a hoe I wanted to hit, that ain’t felt me |
| Y’all need to quit ridin' dick, it ain’t healthy |
| See you sneak-dissing me still, you ain’t stealthy |
| And you at ya grandma crib, you ain’t wealthy |
| Hit the spot, then a bar, pop a bar loose |
| Put in a jar, do it all, sip goose |
| I been goin' off, sayin', «I ain’t hard» |
| And I’m lookin' at a broad like, «damn bitch who?» |
| Yeah? |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Aight let’s get it |
| Fuck what you think, it stick up |
| Bad yellow thang get my dick up |
| Hope you prepared |
| Hope you prepared for the switcha' |
| I like to mix drugs with my liqua', Kill it! |
| I need them bags |
| Fast as I can, yeah |
| And I’mma go HAM |
| 'Till Miss Piggy dough ham |
| Yeah, smoke meet the gram |
| At every chance |
| At least when I can |
| I’mma go in, and switch it again, go! |
| Roll it up, gas |
| In the living room |
| How a nigga been living |
| What he living through? |
| I’mma show these bitch niggas |
| What I’m finna do |
| Tell the industry, «Fuck 'em and they interviews!» |
| Got it (got it, got it, got it) |
| Got it (got it, got it, got it) |
| Alright |
| Alright |