Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tears , by - Jarren Benton. Song from the album The Mink Coat Killa LP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tears |
| After laughter, comes tears |
| After laughter, comes tears |
| Uh, Yeah |
| Shed tears for my niggas that perished |
| Sippin' red wine in Paris, get topped on a terrace |
| Spent a night on the carouse |
| These bitches flock when you wear it |
| Faggots knockin' your marriage |
| Then go and plot with a sheriff |
| Rats, blowin' kush in a Cubano Cigarillo |
| If the pussy good I let the bitch go buy a few stiletto’s |
| It’s the god, bon voyage niggas is frauds |
| You ain’t hard, I’ll pull up, take a shit in your yard |
| These faggots yappin' with the captain and Sarge' |
| The killas pull up with the straps and then they clap at your car |
| It’s a homicide, likely you traumatized |
| God bless the kid that really lived that shit that you personify |
| Started lord’s best work through a sonogram |
| Murder rappers, the Son of Sam |
| I put 'em under the sand, ugh |
| Niggas passing and we pour more beers |
| Still grieving so we pour more tears |
| What the fuck? |
| After laughter, comes tears |
| After laughter, comes tears |
| Yo, Yo, uh |
| Niggas forget to mention when you break em off with digits |
| Put 'em up in position, get 'em high as a ceilin' |
| I’mma chase the feelin' |
| And I won’t let up on these niggas till I count a million |
| I won’t be specific |
| See I came from the bottom I ain’t seen enough |
| Bitches further on my dick when I clean it up |
| This the mind call me 'papa' is you in or what? |
| I live the life that these niggas just wanna rap about |
| Haters fold like money and keep they hands out |
| I got niggas locked down tryna stand out |
| You said you bossed up my nigga whats your plan 'bout |
| Free all my niggas from them cells when I make it out |
| Seen a nigga shot dead in my younger years |
| So when I’m cryin' on a track, boy, these hunger tears |
| They sayin' Biggie is back but now he backpackin' |
| And if your soul is dead I get it back crackin' |
| After laughter, comes tears |
| After laughter, comes tears |
| Uh |
| Niggas kill and tat a tear on his face |
| And then appear at the wake |
| And hug his enemy’s mama and didn’t break, damn |
| I need the rake, the money and tractor |
| Snakes and the bitches with the fat ass tits and small waists |
| Baby girl just wanna be a Kardashian, I ain’t mad at them |
| Lames getting lost in that pussy just like a labyrinth |
| Girl, that shit hot, she probably burn down the Vatican |
| Lord Benton in that Benz wagon, looking ravishing, nigga |
| Cartier frames cover his pain |
| Bodies on that pistol, serial got scuffed from the paint |
| Another black death, heard he caught a slug to his brain |
| After his death, his brother wasn’t the same |
| Ain’t no love in this game |
| Cried so much he dried his tear ducts up |
| Now he want revenge, lurkin' with the AR tucked |
| It’s on sight, like Blaow, bout to spray y’all up |
| Ay why the devil always prey on us? |
| It’s more tears, nigga |
| After laughter, comes tears |
| After laughter, comes tears |
| (After laughter comes tears) |
| I’ll try to hold back my, my, my tears |
| But they keep saying |
| (After laughter comes tears) |
| After your laughter oh, oh, oh |
| I’ll try to hide, hide my sorrow |
| I wonder, can I hold them till tomorrow |