Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sugar & Salt, artist - Izzie Gibbs. Album song Join The Club, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ONLYus
Song language: English
Sugar & Salt |
| They ain’t a threat, they a … at most |
| If they was worth shit they would’ve been cloned |
| Upset, looking like sugar & salt |
| So many dickheads think they’re ghost |
| I’m a sick-head a skinhead bald |
| I’ve been in pain since I was a soul |
| No difference now except I’m grown |
| Thugs need love so she gives me throat |
| Bust, bill it, smoke |
| Cali', or both |
| My mouth was never washed out with soap |
| They don’t grow, they gloat |
| So suck yourself until you choke |
| Par and jokes when there ain’t no joke |
| Coming up from dirt |
| Life’s fucking absurd |
| Stuck on that kerb |
| Mum is ill and it adds to the hurt |
| And dying had a man worse |
| Seeing my akh' in a hearse |
| Am I actually cursed |
| Or naturally versed? |
| Forget passion, torch is the reason the torch still burns |
| I can’t lie I miss getting a call from |
| Every thought of you, I’m forced to cry |
| We used to ramp on street, do naughty crimes |
| Times in Thorplands before the hype |
| All them stripes that I won’t glorify |
| Understand there’s more to life |
| I need my by 45 |
| Before them would be nice |
| Said you’re my friend but you don’t support the grind |
| Wanna be a boss? |
| You can’t afford the price |
| Yeah they’re on but they don’t sauce it right |
| The plans I have will leave them all surprised |
| She got on hands and knees and caught the pipe |
| Watch the water fly, make her call for Christ |
| Gibbs is big business |
| Swing with Iz, instant wig lift |
| To think it’s slim, what’s this thinking? |
| I’m the distinguished gifting linguistics |
| And the demons have stopped whispering |
| 'Cause I pray like he’s not listening |
| You’re a top boy till your spot’s missing |
| Pot pissed in, got the higher power on God’s bring-in |
| getting out is hours in parliament |
| It’s hard for us |
| But it’s calm, I harness the heart of Spartacus |
| It’s my armament |
| Young but father dem, no arguments |
| When I’m in the room, they’re ornaments |
| Surpass 'cause I’m marvellous |
| Dead rappers |
| So lowe all the chat |
| I can tell your whole block went a rack for a rack |
| But I won’t put your moist snitch boys |