Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Speak To 'Em, artist - Illa Ghee. Album song Social Graffiti, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Imor
Song language: English
Speak To 'Em |
I’m the king, no burger |
Cook words, serve 'em |
Bitch, give me head and we ain’t going any further |
Push me to the limit like the Montana movie |
It’s all about money, so I bypass the |
Please tell my people when to sell what they |
Illa rap, I’mma make your whole face droopy |
Pale henny, I spilled liquor on my tan Timb’s |
And I ball like a to the age |
Tell them I can start and I can make wars |
Cameras on record but I know you can’t afford |
Overlord, I promise that you’ll never beat me |
social graffiti |
I’m just as good as the weed I breathe |
Move a weave when I release my seed |
Drivin' through the city with a 5 speed |
Nigga toast no rapper that is unseen |
Let me speak to them |
I’mma keep shooting |
Yeah I’m from the ruins |
You got to keep it moving |
And never stop doing |
You got to keep it grooving |
The iller flow fluent |
Eight Africa duct tape your face way trafficker |
Cut your light short, pull up that long weed |
First class, you act like I sat in the wrong seat |
Fucking Jim Crow law, I pluck you the fuck out Kimbo law |
Nigga, who’s the master? |
Have you jump out the car park, Dukes of Hazzard |
It can’t be used, till you use this trash shit |
Wasting time, nah, shoot the bastard |
Shake your neck, peep me the slasher |
No, take on my neck, but peep me the master |
my dilla my skrilla |
Joe you’re fun, King Kong your song |
Attempt murder, you got the wrong shooter |
They call me Junior |
like from bottom is |
Optimus Primetime, I’m holding eight nines like an octopus |
Shake the bassline, every verse is on like eight times |
is a hate crime, crossing on state lines |
Crush, crush, I can crush the villain |
I got bars like a prison, its locked down |
Pull deep, ayo I’m rather unique |
I can put the Grim Reaper to sleep |
As far as death, I’m a clean-sweep |
I can have your life contract bleached |
My car seats is the color of bleach |
with me |
It’s all style, chum |
Heaven style slumped over like a |
But y’all listening to an original G |
I rap physical Columbia key, criminal spree |
Use some scissors to cut your losses |
Rapping killer, looking iller than |