Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Quintuplets , by - GDP. Release date: 02.05.2011
Song language: English
Quintuplets |
| You catch the back last from paragraph |
| Laugh and its little rapper trash |
| Got the powdered bags stashed in the caravan |
| I sneeze on cats like there’s dandruff in their fur |
| They leave it up to their manager to do the work |
| Might have some punchlines, but I don’t see the fire in her eye |
| They think life is Eddy Murphy party all the time |
| So let the vocals at the mind |
| So crystal clear on his mic, but crystal meth on his mind |
| Record labels got more up their sleeves than just dirty arms |
| It’s a disconcerting mob |
| Everybody wanna be rappers and talk about themselves like superheroes |
| Your group is a crutch, and your producer’s a weirdo |
| Got room to grow, where’d your career go? |
| Nowhere, cause you sound the same you did years ago… |
| King of the underground |
| Every song is like album, each albums sacred |
| The word play makes sense in ways that can’t be explained |
| So just play that, funky, funky |
| Its crunk butter bubble gum sucker MC’s |
| Get left like the bodies exhibit |
| Knows karate, plus a shotty and biscuit |
| Brass knuckles, switch blade, Swiss army, a kitchen |
| A stiletto, a screwdriver, and some scissors |
| Hit the lab all winter, new jams |
| And we can battle if you wanna get embarrassed in front of your friends |
| Got your chicken head all impressed |
| Punch her in the titty, down shifting in a benz |
| She come on stage and then I came on stage |
| Run trains like you wanna puff a name brand’s |
| Black like Obama |
| GDP is like the dark side of the force, on the dark side of the moon |
| Spark the dark side of the spoon, put it on the far side, shoot |
| Hand me a tie, she keeps passing me by |
| I’m never getting a job and I’m never going to die |
| Married to the game of quintuplets |
| She doesn’t listen to know one, doesn’t respect nothin |
| Young kids be like, «GDP, I relate to you.» |
| (thanks) |
| I tell em «That's what happens when you pay your dues» |
| There’s some things that money can’t buy |
| And for everything else there’s armed robbery and homicide |
| The king is some shit some folks don’t even know about |
| But the few who do feel honored just to smoke us out |
| Gold label on the house no doubt |
| Girls book me in their towns just to put me in their worthless mouths |
| We smoked an L |
| Useless. |
| Useless, useless. |
| Pistol Pete, Slangcorp. |
| Run for mother fucking cover. |
| Litterally, lit-trally, litrally. |
| Aoi |