Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gumbo, artist - Jay Rock. Date of issue: 12.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gumbo |
| Keep it one hundred, I’m one hundred and one |
| I ain’t talking dalmatians up under the sun |
| On the road to Damascus, gun and a suit |
| You either coming with some products or you coming for loot |
| I’m coming with the peace so I’m chucking the deuce |
| I ain’t tryna run a train I’m just in the caboose |
| And I’m tryna give these niggas the truth |
| I ain’t ‘bout to spazz on ‘em, give ‘em light |
| I’m just doing my Zeus |
| Rubbing on her body just like a masseuse |
| And it’s money like a hobby for you to seduce |
| But if you blink twice nigga you can Maduse |
| See the snakes in here, look at Satan there |
| I pray that you niggas all playing fair |
| You can’t help but stare as you face the glare, yeah |
| I’m not up on in short yellow |
| With a helmet on my head while I’m eating marshmallows |
| Playing jigsaw while I’m picking off devils |
| I can rock this shit on all levels |
| Straight up out the ES, journey over BS |
| I’m like a hundred kilos stuffed in the Prius |
| I’m going hard ‘til they free us |
| Hold up wait a minute |
| Let me put some season in this Gumbo |
| Hold up wait a minute |
| Let me put some season in this Gumbo |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, for you |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, for you |
| Have you ever put your hand over fire just to see what you could tolerate? |
| And you can find no escape |
| Life is a Dominatrix waiting for shit to pollinate |
| To make you mind your mistakes |
| Keeping my chin down, nose clean, with my guards up |
| Charged up ‘cause this ghetto got me scarred up |
| Yes, I’m the child with the crookedest smile |
| Look at my foul, look at what the star bucks |
| You can’t swim if you don’t paddle |
| Wake up in the morning with my nose to the gravel |
| Bloodhound, for that federal reserve note |
| That’s when I noticed the switch niggas just turned coats |
| It’s the way of the world, carry the weight of the world |
| Carry a blade too, for they forsake you |
| Yeah, I’m the vision, from the night I was born |
| To be the eye of the tiger in the eye of the storm |
| I own a clock, ain’t no need for alarms |
| Just get on your A-game when it’s time to perform |
| Yeah, and I can show you what it feels like |
| The moment they want you defeated but yet you still fight |
| So what it feel like? |
| Hold up wait a minute |
| Let me put some season in this Gumbo |
| Hold up wait a minute |
| Let me put some season in this Gumbo |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, for you |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, flavor |
| Whole lot of flavor, for you |