Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Semma Terry , 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
Semma Terry |
| Cause we gon' take 'em to the cemetery |
| It’s getting scary, they dare me to get these niggas buried |
| It’s such a rarity, rarely see me with niggas barely |
| Nobody scared me, you carried off in a cemetery |
| Hey my Killa City Shuffle cut a rug with misdirection |
| Niggas is nervous, losing service over disconnection |
| I scribble lines outside the further to critique depression |
| And waste my time using my mind designing lethal weapons |
| Probably hobble you, gotta holla, better keep it steppin' |
| Fuck up a check and this service wordless with a preacher flexing |
| Fuck what you thinking, the ship is sinking, better keep a weapon |
| I’m going totally krolly homie with a reefer breath on |
| So fuck you and that bitch, I fuck you with her dick |
| Ya dismissed to flip scripts and so pissed, I sip shit (quick) |
| And I don’t lose a single wink about it |
| And nevermind, I’m losing sleep without it |
| We too lit to drink shots, we do link to big plots |
| So you got, I think not, I’m Rorschach to inkblot |
| So mens here’s a song for your son and your daughter |
| Won’t let 'em fuck the startup, more holy the water |
| Cause we gon' take 'em to the cemetery |
| It’s getting scary, they dare me to get these niggas buried |
| It’s such a rarity, rarely see me with niggas barely |
| Nobody scared me, you carried off in a cemetery |
| Yeah, cause we gon' take 'em to the cemetery |
| It’s getting scary, they dare me to get these niggas buried |
| It’s such a rarity, rarely see me with niggas barely |
| Nobody scared me, you carried off in a cemetery |
| No animation, I’m geeked up |
| Handcuff 'em like a C-cup |
| Pop a beam then you throw nuts |
| Think about it like a zombie body |
| I just break 'em down like I know karate |
| Turn a nigga to a port-a-potty |
| Sort of godly, know tolerance |
| I don’t even need the audience |
| I’ma body, you can read about it |
| See me eating like you know you doubt it |
| Trap geekin' cause I’m G’d up |
| AYTD till my feet up |
| Lift a nigga cause the weed tough |
| I don’t even think they see us |
| Really, really wanna be us |
| Really, really wanna be us? |
| Gotta be another motherfucker think he smoother |
| But I leave him sleeping under |
| No wonder you a fool runner |
| This is no cap, get ya hands strapped |
| Leave ya head zapped, no new jack |
| This cool strap is too laid back like a WayCap |
| Take a dirt nap if you test that, nigga real rap |
| Real rap like Biggie back, she gon' ride it like a piggyback |
| New wave like the Internet, didn’t tell me that you into that |
| Eat a chicken, leave them under where |
| Bust it down, leave it running yeah |
| These rappers need to grow a pair |
| We can see the paws struck and clear |
| You don’t even gotta guess I’m here |
| Cause we gon' take 'em to the cemetery |
| It’s getting scary, they dare me to get these niggas buried |
| It’s such a rarity, rarely see me with niggas barely |
| Nobody scared me, you carried off in a cemetery |
| Yeah, cause we gon' take 'em to the cemetery |
| It’s getting scary, they dare me to get these niggas buried |
| It’s such a rarity, rarely see me with niggas barely |
| Nobody scared me, you carried off in a cemetery |
| I don’t even like rappers, I’m on drugs |
| Why you wanna know what’s in the stash, nigga you the fuzz |
| I’m OJ with the gloves, I’m okay with the plug |
| Like, «Hi, can I take your order?» |
| Yeah I need a double quarter pound deluxe |
| I was skipping court cause I didn’t like the judge |
| I was flipping quarters like heads or tails |
| I was fucking up cause I was in a rush |
| Had to eyeball it cause I didn’t have a scale |
| Don’t know what you call it but I call it skill |
| Never went to college but I been to jail |
| Never paid tuition but I got intuition |
| Gotta know the difference when you doing deals |
| Gotta do the dishes when you after meals |
| Never chasing bitches, I be chasing chips |
| But I keep some women like my name was Wilt |
| Chamberlain, the chamber empty when we spit |
| Came in here with Strange, I’m basically the shit |
| Slanging cocaine and stranglin' a spliff |
| Rolling paper planes coming off a trip |
| I’m really high, you really just |
| I don’t need E-40 just to B-Legit |
| Ever since of shorty I was thinking big |
| Kept a couple keys sitting on the side |
| Like I play accordion up in this bitch |
| Nintendo 64 that mean the nigga blitz |
| Mean that I murder it like Brotha Lynch |
| But I’m out of body with my brother Godi |
| We Illuminati, you illiterate |
| We just caught a body, we just caught a glimpse |