Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song SK8 , by - Jake LamboRelease date: 27.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
SK8 |
| These niggas ain’t really all that, tryna be on top like a cap on a bald head |
| Friends told me that they wouldn’t cross me and they all did |
| I’m just getting busy killin' rappers, leave 'em all dead |
| All I know is us bro, fuck what y’all said |
| Ray 's in the jungle so my best friend 's Tarzan |
| Want it? |
| Imma get it, pull strings like harp players |
| Young ones tryna ball, but I don’t really walk near |
| I be grindin', I’m grindin', I’m grindin', I’m grindin', I do |
| Won’t catch me slippin', man, they just be trippin' |
| They trippin', I tell em to lace up your boots |
| Doing what I want, don’t play by the rules |
| I’m not a teacher, but you can get schooled |
| She not a lightbulb, but she can get screwed |
| He just be lethal when he’s in the booth |
| I don’t know people, I sit with my crew |
| Do get it, my right, no left |
| Oh yes let em know I want some more checks |
| My girl be trippin', I work it out like both flex |
| Your girl keep trippin', be askin' me for more sex |
| Oh, what you wanna do? |
| Tryna get this money, tell em follow me like vamanos |
| Spot em like a domino, Hit 'em with the dummy flow |
| This ain’t the future, you got me shinin' like a dinosaur |
| Do tricks your honor |
| She get the wood acoustic, your honor |
| She act like she don’t do shit, your honor |
| But she walked here like the shoe fits, your honor |
| And those ain’t retro, she blowin' me, ex though, she sit in the Esso |
| Is she with you, cuz I go a prime ape in the chimp too |
| You Charlie errin', this hurricane fixes you |
| So when the cameras rollin', better act right, bitch |
| But side chicks only get the half-pipe, bitch |
| These niggas turn on you than they jack-knife, bitch |
| I protectin' all my green, holla' cacti, bitch |
| (Ahhh) |
| Fit you’re bright, cocaine crack white bitch |
| Get a CAT scan all we see is pussy in you |
| No wonder you out here movin' so cat-like bitch |
| My Negro, I been on my shit though |
| I’m an influenza, you been on your menstrual |
| You ain’t even understand. |
| you ain’t even on your ten toes |
| Boy, I just be sketchin' on your lady with my pencil |
| And so, Eraser broke, but if you raise a ho |
| Imma carve her into stone, Your Michaelangelo |
| Might turn her into a banking roll, turn on the channel ho |
| Never really rode on 4 wheels |
| She can ride a surfboard like a pro still |
| I keep the money on auto like mobile |
| Eat it out the box in the morning like oatmeal |
| Nigga I’m straight. |
| Imma send her home before I hug 3rd base |
| I’m shelf, bitch. |
| Sell like I’m on eBay and niggas want beef like the FDA |
| We could up these stakes, with a side of some Vino Blanco, Torpedo Launch code |
| Close curtains on 'em, I don’t need Article |
| A nigga mile-high like the Denver Broncos |
| I’m so high, they like, «have you see where bob goes?» |
| Pussy weed and Presidents |
| Heard you hatin' on the squad right? |
| Well, suck my dick like its a peppermint |
| Wakin' up to residents, cameras poppin', Serve bands alot |
| and art, Sir Lance-A-thot |
| Beatin up the block, Jay Lambo and Bob |
| 6 Bitches, 3 legs, tarantula |
| But she on the tris on the |
| She speak on her knees, on her knees |
| And I heard her boyfriend getting salty |
| Cuz she keep my cd… |