Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Picturesque , by - Godemis. Song from the album Deestro Mag: 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.12.2019
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Picturesque |
| Uhh! |
| D double E-V, fuck you, bitch |
| You know what |
| I’m something like a black Republican, money I got coming in |
| Word to the soul and my body with no governin' |
| You too stupid to notice it boys wasn’t it |
| That’s why I’d rather kick it with the riches and form covenants |
| I put a hole in the skull of your corpse, cover it |
| I’m Kylo with the dark of The Force, double it |
| And what I’m teaching is leaking with no subbing it |
| I blind a father-fucker and lead him to where the oven is |
| A cross-bearer who’s repping, the dorks fuck with it |
| Heat up the kitchen, I’m whipping up, blood’s bubblin' |
| I’m hitting all of ya pictures go towards doublin' |
| And I’m bout to come again, better duck if you’re coming in |
| I’m one of the ugliest motherfuckers who won again |
| Happen to lap 'em in slumber under the sun again |
| Son of a gun who make Stevie Wonder go under win |
| They tryna sniff him out and he die and they keep it under wind |
| You should’ve killed me then, stupid |
| You should’ve killed me then, dummy |
| You should’ve killed me then |
| Bet you gon' live to regret you didn’t kill me then |
| You should’ve killed me then, maggot |
| You should’ve killed me then, faggot |
| You should’ve killed me then |
| Now you’re living to regret you didn’t kill me then |
| I’m something like a black Republican, money I got coming in |
| Funny how the picked on kiddies become troubled men |
| Then they turn to big tall niggas who all pissed off bitter |
| We lost our long necks in a Kriss Kross member |
| Hella ignorant, hated for being different |
| Memorized every letter in Heath Ledger’s death certificate |
| Jealous I’m less significant |
| They keep telling me Z’s better than Rip |
| Cause he’s selling the records and keeps making the hits |
| I’m taking my fist and making a grip |
| I’m ready to split the bet of your lip |
| I’m severing competitor shit |
| I bet I won’t let up until I get fed up of seeing you winner |
| Fuck what you said, I get better and better |
| A blunt to the head and I bet I won’t get up |
| I’m ducking the feds, I went to lunch with a friend |
| I swear it felt like a setup |
| That’s the shit that leaves ya papa worry |
| Dear mama, your son is not returning |
| The problem is his body’s burning |
| I could’ve shot him but I’m not a murderer |
| So I just dropped him in a fucking furnace |
| You should’ve killed me then, stupid |
| You should’ve killed me then, dummy |
| You should’ve killed me then |
| Bet you gon' live to regret you didn’t kill me then |
| You should’ve killed me then, maggot |
| You should’ve killed me then, faggot |
| You should’ve killed me then |
| Now you’re living to regret you didn’t kill me then |