Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peligro, artist - Giggs. Album song Wamp 2 Dem, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NO BS
Song language: English
Peligro |
| Confer with the linguo |
| Weed smoke, but don’t open the window |
| Light up, man’s smokin' the Indo |
| Click-clack, door open then bingo |
| Two straps, named Jimbo and Ringo |
| Pink top, I stepped out in flamingo |
| Big boss, I stepped out with a bimbo |
| And I hate to lose, but feels nice when you win though |
| I clocked the damage |
| English boy just came through, nigga what’s the panic? |
| Clocked the «what the fuck"'s and nigga clocked the «dammit! «'s |
| Fuck that geezer, fuck the game and fuck that marriage |
| Man’s just cheeky, man’s just neeky, plus embarassed |
| Why’s he even speakin' or discussin' talent? |
| Man can’t even breathe in his disgusting palace |
| Man can’t even leave when niggas buck that ballad |
| Bet' aim for respect cus |
| Aim for the cheque blud, then aim for the neck cus |
| Let’s take out a next yute, then take out a next one |
| Eat up a man’s food, then eat up a next ones |
| Lost the strap, then take up a next gun |
| You’re about as fake as the next yute, and he’s as fake as the next one |
| I just switched that whip, I gotta bait up a next one |
| I just made me a hit, and make up a next one |
| I clocked the damage |
| English boy just came through, nigga shut the planet |
| Talkin' about, trust me |
| Oh, they thought it was just me? |
| We got bare shit over there man, you get me? |
| Tell my man come off the roads, go get a job and salary |
| Them man sell diet coke, that food’s got zero calories |
| Them jewels like jiggerdy-jaggerdy, 'dat diamonds got zero clarity |
| I don’t wanna get pissed off, see a man lift off, that’s zero gravity |
| Anyway, actually, who’s that girl with her back to me? |
| I was gonna move to her then but left it |
| Let the convo come naturally |
| 'Dem, man I just run that casually |
| Big cougar ting on all fours, man it feels like I’ve got a tiger tryna tackle me |
| She said: «you're a little cub, don’t fight it» |
| Fam I could’ve lost my vision |
| Ask Hus, the punder was blindin' |
| Now a lot of man are talking violent |
| Everyone been out here ridin' |
| But manna just call them Simba |
| Dem man are just kings of lying |
| Dem man are just lion kings |
| They ain’t coppin' no diamond rings |
| And fuck your Swarovski crystals |
| They ain’t putting no white in cling |
| They ain’t givin' out light and dark, or dark or light, or either thing |
| Your Mr. still pickin' up Qs |
| M-R, that’s a minor risk |
| Remember when man came through, not one of them girls was flirtin' |
| 'Til Jus pulled up in a Jurgen Klopp BM, that’s an angry German |
| Manna not bad in person, I’m with guys that are ridin' solo |
| That’ll do it like Ralph Lauren, that’s one long stick and a blacked out polo |
| Two brownin’s wanna come to the Vale, like «David, when you gonna send that |
| postcode?» |
| Tell her meet me at the station, no location, everythin' local |
| 25 minutes on tube, everythin' cool, everythin' sorted |
| And the girl that I linked was peng, but her friend ain’t nice so everythin' |
| awkward |