Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TERMINATOR, artist - Giggs. Album song BIG BAD..., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NO BS
Song language: English
TERMINATOR |
| I wanna see everybody stand 'til they feet up right now |
| I wanna see everybody stand on they feet right now |
| Ha |
| Yeah |
| Zone, zone, zone, zone |
| Hey Swizz, I’m just gonna rap from the top |
| Make 'em stand up, ah |
| Exterminator, manager’s observin' hater |
| All the man a terminator |
| Rollin' in a convertible 'til early, day up |
| Watch a couple videos and burn the day up |
| On my early bird to get that early paper |
| Yeah, we burnin' weed, no we ain’t burnin' vapor |
| When we gettin' greasy, just a verbal taster |
| Rollin' up the weed, I got that herbal chaser |
| Yeah, got you up in your seat |
| Fuck them niggas 'cause all them motherfuckers is sheep |
| Get up, Swizzy, and show you motherfuckers a beat |
| I’m just happy 'cause my life I was stuck in the street |
| Yeah, 'cause it’s nice 'cause none of this was up in my reach |
| Get to runnin' up 'cause that motherfucker was steep |
| Take a cigarette, brother, take a couple of sheets |
| If there’s some in there, you can take the money for keeps |
| Yeah, they thought that they had it |
| I don’t even know why they even thought they could have it |
| This my habitat when I’m bringin' forces of habit |
| Little cabbage patch, liftin' up the cork then I splash it |
| Yeah, just look at that, thinkin' I put off with a hatchet |
| When that mack attack, bet there won’t be two when I clap him |
| That was random but that’s just how I talk when I’m rappin' |
| Put all them cameras up 'cause in Hollywood they be snappin' |
| Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on |
| That’s too much, Hollow Man |
| That’s too much, Hollow Man |
| You talkin' too crazy for 'em, huh |
| Tell 'em somethin' |
| Sneeze, nigga, then you lose |
| Man just got the weed, but we need the booze |
| Cinderella dreams, but don’t need the shoes |
| We don’t got degrees, but we livin' huge |
| Niggas 'bout to sweep, yeah, we need the brooms |
| You can leave the streets, but don’t leave your goons |
| Niggas movin' booze, you’re just movin' boos |
| You wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for dude |
| How is he, pop-pop? |
| He ain’t got no clues |
| Think he saw a ghost, Ebenezer Scrooge |
| They ain’t in the mood, you ain’t got the moves |
| You ain’t got the hits, you ain’t got the tunes |
| Mans have written them off |
| I don’t listen to none of them niggas that’s soft |
| Now they’re questionin' if Hollow Man is still on the top |
| Why you runnin' 'round with Hollow Man? |
| Just chill in the box |
| Outside, villainous fucks |
| One time real as the clock |
| Fugees, they think they’re killin' me soft |
| Leakin' got me spillin' Courvois' |
| They don’t see us, either |
| Came back, man, hit 'em with the meat cleaver |
| You a boss actin' like a diva |
| Bitch, fuck your money, dog, we don’t need ya |
| Yeah, come through with the two on two |
| Outside white, inside, turquoise, too |
| Bangin' on your chest, oh, you think you come from the zoo? |
| I’ma pull up and show you what gorillas will do |
| Yeah, straight from New York to Peckham |
| Niggas actin' thirsty, pull up with the soaker and wet 'em |
| Ayo, Giggs |
| I could go for another 50 or 60 bars but the song was over before I even got on |
| this thing, huh |
| Zone, zone, zone, zone |
| Landlord |
| Showtime |
| Zone |
| Ayy |
| Right |
| Ayy |
| Right |
| What they gon' do now? |
| What they gon' do now, huh? |
| Ayy |
| Man I brought the orchestra out to London just for no reason |