Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Expendables, artist - HayeloDate of issue: 04.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Expendables |
| «If you don’t wake up tomorrow, if it turns out that |
| Today is your last day on Earth |
| Would you be proud of what you’ve done in this life?» |
| (Yah, Hayelo) |
| «Cause if you ain’t,» |
| (Coolin' with the LOWF, yuh) |
| «You better start gettin' square.» |
| This remind me of Michael Myers |
| The mike and knife |
| You never been a killa |
| But I will find ya and end ya shit |
| Steppin' militant with the team |
| We was never innocent |
| I just fake it right in front ya face |
| I’m Kylie Jenner lips |
| Yeah, Grams |
| I knew some trap niggas went to the school and had honors |
| It’s not the first time the rock saved the nigga from drama |
| No Uzi, bougie, floozies tryna get paid for they mamas |
| And a black nigga in the house for the chains like Osama |
| Check |
| My mind katana try some karma killin' |
| Every turn I make the blicky stayin' armed, reach like Baraka |
| Bootin' up for Mortal Kombat |
| , smack the boogies out ya cousin nose |
| I been had division |
| Goldeneye, you think it’s double-o |
| Look around the game |
| I’m seein' clowns |
| I think they Juggalos |
| Armageddon comin' and we fuck without the rubber on |
| This shit dig deeper than Stanley holdin' a shovel, fool |
| But I’m closer to jokers than Harley Quinn |
| Sober til the partyin' |
| Purple suit you but the green hair can twist the mind of men |
| Niggas gotta hustle |
| Carbon rock like a monument |
| Anonymous |
| Bullet shootin' through rhymin' |
| How anonymous |
| Adonis’s children |
| I never minded that they tryna diss |
| Stronger than a shaman |
| Spittin' dust until my jaw split like the .50 hit |
| I rhyme with styles of many pens |
| Yeah, endin' Kelly imminent |
| I need a condominium |
| To get my mama |
| Niggas actors, don’t believe in the drama |
| You could pause us but we keep movin' just like a comma |
| Boy, I came from the sand field just like I’m Gaara |
| Peelin' at all of ya efforts |
| Pointless, left 'em jointless |
| Like a nigga swept the roaches |
| I see force so much you would think that I always kept explosives |
| Left what’s closest for me for a better life |
| Cheaper than a deadly price |
| Platinum diamonds need the ice |
| Baby, that’s Vanilla Ice |
| Heavy slice of flesh is dice |
| It missed and turned to miss me |
| But really metaphoric for whoever turned against me |
| I’m simply a menace |
| Ain’t no villain that can stop you |
| Y’all be thinkin that rappers is God |
| Prayin' like «What would Pac do?» |
| Let me stop you |
| Turn you upside-down and mop you |
| Send some Indian goons |
| Bet they eat you like falafel |
| I’m jokin' |
| You know I keep the deuces up |
| Peaceful but I can take the smoke like a loosie does |
| Stay distracted by a little hoochie wearin' coochie cutters |
| Stay attackin' noobies like I’m hazin' cause the frat is too exclusive, bruh |
| Lucid loops of Lucifer |
| Groupin' up in my mental |
| Callin', thinkin 'bout seducin' drug addicts |
| Puttin' the fentanyl in it |
| A double-edged sword |
| Regardless, man, I’m fencin' y’all with it |
| What’s good without me puttin' y’all in it |
| The bezel keepin' me focused |
| Niggas is sick if they thought I’d even at a giant |
| I’m tyin Grendel, I’m ready to set the kin to love |
| The hands of Von Wilda ain’t even the half of what’s gon' hit ya |
| Soul flow, is bound to slit my throat to pieces |
| Need a Rolly where it’s loaded up the most |
| These niggas don’t want me on a feature |
| Go ballistic, only missiles |
| I can’t even stop |
| Servin' like ready, you down to rock |
| And I’m takin' crowns off the top |
| Y’allknowwhatImean |
| You feel me |
| LOWFi, bitch |
| (Rockin' with the LOWF, nigga, no brand) |
| Yah |
| Killin' you bitch-ass niggas all year, you feel me |
| Killin' all you muhfuckin' dirty-ass niggas all year, you feel me |
| Fuck you talkin' bout |
| Bitch |
| (Low, low, LOWFi) |