Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come Correct, artist - Gifted GabDate of issue: 08.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Come Correct |
| Look, I need a strong cup of coffee' cos I haven’t slept |
| If you squeeze it in the schedy it’s tighter than virgins having sex |
| Rest is for the achieved, yeah, or when I’m mad depressed |
| I’m not sad today and there’s a few things I ain’t mastered yet |
| They taking staggered steps, I got castles to protect |
| Huh, why you think I got this dragon’s breath? |
| Some might call me hazardous |
| Not too many that can handle this, I’m a hip-hop analyst |
| Let me channel my inner animal, I’m a cannibal |
| Like Hannibal, when I spit it, baby, it’s flammable |
| Look, I’m going for your clavicle, I pop my cap and oh |
| It’s murder tactical, the actual, the factual |
| Gab better pass it left, call that a lateral |
| Quadrilateral, parable, parallel galactical |
| Your style is unpractical, we laugh at you, ha ha |
| Blimey brought the swishers so you know I got the la-la |
| And ta-da, we be the mama and the papa |
| So every time you bullshit us, all we hear is blah blah |
| Nah nah, we don’t speak habla, your poo-poo, ca-ca |
| We don’t know nada, bitches talking all their rah-rah |
| Yeah, but they don’t want a side eye, no slick shit |
| I’m too cold, and he keep cold, or skeet clothes like Christmas |
| I can take it if you gone dish it |
| I can break your bitch and give her back, just on some pimp shit |
| We gone run up, I might hit you with a brick quick |
| Plus you know I’m with my sister Gab and you know she gifted, click click |
| I got the biscuit so it’s butter baby |
| I been feeling like that nigga lately, I know these niggas hate me |
| But they just blowing hot air, they need ventilating |
| Always say they going in but they never penetrating |
| I’ve been amazing, it’s been debated, they love to hate it |
| I’m innovated, I’m reloaded, like in the matrix |
| And if you talk about it then you better demonstrate it |
| If you not bumping this, you better get a better playlist |
| If I bust my gun, it’s not for celebration |
| I don’t fuck with you niggas like it’s segregation |
| Look, we got no ties, we have no relation |
| We don’t watch what you do, there’s no syndication, uh |