Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moment of Silence, artist - hooligan chase. Album song Thomas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: hooligan chase
Song language: English
Moment of Silence |
Ha ha ha ha |
Huh |
Moment of silence |
You probably heard that somebody died, you need a minute |
Running back the 505, I keep winning |
I let an alligator survive and keep swimming |
Dead stop, one of a kind, I’m authentic |
I’ve seen you with the whip in your live, it look rented |
Pissing off priests and Christians, good riddance |
Got enough pieces of bread for 10 pigeons |
How you act tough in some khaki shorts? |
Your bitch butt cheeks got massive warts |
Take em to its ass then slap the horse |
Drive it to the junkyard, smash the Porsche |
I’m the reason that your mom and your dad divorced |
I was blowing that back, lemme pass the torch (Uh) |
Sticking forks in the grass of course |
at the bottom of a bottle of the Captain Morgan |
I like rum, swatting down flies |
Squeezing on necks till I’m popping out eyes |
I could make a killing doing K-Pop, hot boy stay hot |
I ain’t even hopping outside |
I take a lot of buzz for the brunch |
eye-bags looking like a bruise from a punch |
Okay, I gotta couple loose screws, I’m a dunce |
Simmer down, I’m a lit fuse in the bunch |
Any given Sunday, fucking up a Monday |
Bitch, you should be working on your punch way |
Y’all should put your fists up, cool it with the gun play |
If you got the work better stuff it in the Hyundai (OK) |
Laughing all the way to the station |
John Wayne Gacy, I take em to the basement |
(Wait, hold on, what happened in the basement?) |
I wasn’t at the wake, I ain’t get an invitation (Yeah) |
Baby I’m the number one draft pick |
Manager will tell me what to do or get his ass kicked |
I remember when I used to put my shit on |
I was kickin dirt up on a bitch, I was a bad kid |
If you from the outside, tell me where you from |
The Devil is alive with the daughter and the son |
Can’t afford to give in, not a penny or a crumb |
Stare into the flames, down the barrel of a gun |
Moment of silence |
You probably heard that somebody died, you need a minute (Ha) |
Running back the 505, I keep winning |
I let an alligator survive and keep swimming |
Dead stop, one of a kind, I’m authentic |
I’ve seen you with the whip in your live, it look rented |
Pissing off priests and Christians, good riddance |
Got enough pieces of bread for 10 pigeons |