Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Special Delivery, artist - G. Dep
Date of issue: 11.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Special Delivery |
Yo, this for my niggas, though, special delivery |
Spit like this, get my wrists all glittery |
Get cake, snakes get slithery |
Lean in, show y’all the meaning of chivalry |
Rap ruler, you could ask Buddha |
Right jab like Zab Judah |
Every member on my team is the shooter |
Tight like a womb, no room for intruders |
Spark Buddha, twistin' the Philly |
And Good Humor, don’t be silly |
It’s gravy baby, I got it all smothered |
Like makeup, I got it all covered |
Want a jewel, don’t be cruel |
It’s authentic, don’t be fooled |
By these phony accusations |
Backlash and slanders |
Front, and they publicity stunts and propaganda |
Keep it private, cause I’m the commander |
In chief, I never stop like beef |
Gimme a break, I might shake the building |
Play safe, vacate all women and children |
I spit it out |
Special delivery |
I want that |
Special delivery |
I need |
Special delivery |
Can I have that |
Special delivery |
Come give it to me |
Special delivery |
I want that |
Special delivery |
I need |
Special delivery |
Can I have that |
Special delivery |
Come give it to me |
If you ain’t ready, I’mma bust through ya curtain |
Encore, you’re not sure, I’m certain |
Wait, make sure the mic workin' |
Make cake, sorta like Earth Wind |
And Fire, the rap vampire |
Retire in the morn' |
Warm like campfires |
Matter of fact, I’m blazin' |
Raisin' the roof up |
Slide off with ya rooster |
Took her to the stu and seduced her |
Let her do a skit, then she hit my producer (Oh) |
Not whatcha used to, I’m looser |
Ya need to stop fuckin' with them losers, now who’s up |
The mystic ruler, grand imperial |
Filthy, but milky like cereal |
Bang this in ya stereo |
MC’s is dead and I’mma get head up at they burial |
And that’s disrespectful |
I’m strong like Exo mixed with X, yo |
And that’s the high capability |
And yes, I possess that ability |
I spit it out |
Special delivery |
I want that |
Special delivery |
I need |
Special delivery |
Can I have that |
Special delivery |
Come give it to me |
Special delivery |
I want that |
Special delivery |
I need |
Special delivery |
Can I have that |
Special delivery |
Come give it to me |
Yeah, ayo, Dep so bright, light looking halogen |
Spit that bar, car low mileagin' |
Let’s go, metropolitan |
Area, cuz I’m hearin' ya hollerin' |
The earthquaker, Harlem bread maker |
Gimme two hands, few grams and the shaker |
Hit the block, watch the kids bake up |
Your girl keep coming around |
Then I’mma take her to Jamaica |
And I give her a reason to get curious |
But ya pain, it ain’t that serious |
MC’s ran with this and that |
But change your name to Saran cause it’s a Wrap |
Your rap is like a sedative |
You sleepy, defeat me, negative |
So it’s over and I guess you gotta live with it |
And you can tell by the records that’s distributed |
I spit it out |
Special delivery |
I want that |
Special delivery |
I need |
Special delivery |
Can I have that |
Special delivery |
Come give it to me |
Special delivery |
I want that |
Special delivery |
I need |
Special delivery |
Can I have that |
Special delivery |
Come give it to me |
Special delivery |
I want that |
Special delivery |
I need |
Special delivery |
Can I have that |
Special delivery |
Come give it to me |
Special delivery |
I want that |
Special delivery |
I need |
Special delivery |
Can I have that |
Special delivery |
Come give it to me |