Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SK8, artist - Jake Lambo
Date of issue: 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… |